Grimbeau

There we are.

After

Full four waking hours

nothing written again.

Okay,

I’ve done a bit around the house and person:

read some news,

thought a lot,

disowned a BMW,

yet…

*

no words yet.

Scarified a singing cake?

No, me not neither.

The Runner beans flower lurid,

linctus thick,

sickening dayglow orange.

The Lemon leaved shrub tree fast asleep.

Eat – 08:49.

Postponed (onset catatonia)