by grimbeau



when did we stop to matter
we did not stop to matter
we never mattered at all

penniless weavers stare blankly 
upon thread bare looms 
spinning gloomy yarns
recollecting old wives tales
through broken black teeth
exchange wry sardonic smiles
from far beyond a joke
lame wit sidles past
Buenaventura Durutti sports
gaudy cheapo  espadrilles
twisted barbed wire 
& cold dark glasses