Baked Park

by grimbeau



Now time trudges wet
Sandshoe shuffle shod in sloppy seconds—
snide red caps doffed hide furtive grins
Faces crescent—shaped venally daft
Trying to zone in, get a grip, any grip,
be rid of this, this, this…
profane, pernicious accidie.
Dai the Morf & Wily Dan confer
to hatch a slick masterplan
to swamp the market in eiderdown
or farm mink in Chipping Norton
or timewatch daily brexit as life goes on
a walk in the baked park
—so many murders these day you dont
know where to step first?