Grimbeau

debussy knocks off an arabesque
storm gusts scratch the filthy panes
doorway stuffing shoulder pads
and a gemstone implanted chest
seem fittingly dissonant
for such an auspicious
occasion
what can i do for you your highness?
i say
he strokes his plague infested beard
we part amicably
storm gusts scratch the filth window panes
the arabesque is knocked off