Grimbeau

so a flood–good clear wash the air came no nurses no tobacco no cased
up joint in point so back to bed to lie in wait–pardon me for living on
nurses come honey trip infers long haul; flaky midnight moolicked
memory shook up like a shaky dead geranium; dog waits by gate waiting in the
rain; chicken chaser fart bike not to be scoffed at given circumstances commensurate

with present predicament…furrday grafter ruin
stumbles in lurching forward through planet weekend spreading sombers;
return to noddyland to envisage on steam radio tireless wireless
shakes and vacs the golden age of blue rinse; flaccid naked populists
lay seige to Nighthouse gather to perform entranced satanic rites on
manicured lawns: burning crosses, eating babies, spouting profanities, ‘drop the big one, drop the big one’ ;

ithacan majolica rudeboy snugly tucked in for the night of unspeakable horrors ahead; find a voice in joyce money roots it
all commode syndicated stakeheld firmly in wine hand; in here it is
somewhere sunken hidden oomph
at a loss without; inclemency granted by the dote; discomfiture lags; soggy bottom bowers; callow fields drip dry;
underwater bunker hunkers well
down woken by noises deep within unknown long buried ferret.

loch neagh immense inland sea conceals a water city alive with thrown back fish that jingo John West rejected ploughing pastures old
as the hills that sweep down to the cheese;
old slowcoaches trundle by before cranberry eyes;
in moments maladroit reportage flops; all
in a big heap as if of potato sack familial; loaf and the weird
loaf with as pricip soon sorts chaffwheat issue. Troll by ordeal harassed from
the grave beyond. Malicious gossip infests propriety rocked to its hairy foundations.