Quires

by grimbeau

The things you can do without an electronic typewriter
humble simple me—
yet the holy purpley babbling brook has been enclosed
in fancy fuzzfeed—
there is a kiosk where they strip search you & sell you
stuff you know you need, foe example a goatt follows
you up and you follow it round in ever creasing circles
until pop goes the
weasel and you are the prey for today—
why I didn’t give up writing was the river
went elsewhere downhill to an unpolluted
secret silent sea of air
beyond the fetid clouds
emitted in the toxic lemon drops
a way above the chimney tops which was where you found me
Shirt people got no season to give…