Grimbeau

‘So?’

…so posted and wiped up
dumping crap on garbage heap festooned with abject voices
moaning on the tundra frail
insouciance scrolling down for snipppets

only to tempt you into a look ma no hands
its me alone before a cool device
that makes me feel autonomous
freely pouring out my soul
persistent online bleeding
out in public on anonymous
street in full view of lonely
avenue where Junior Wells plays harp to passers
by who look up in curiosity only to
discover a chancer with delusions of grandeur
in a panama hat sucking toothless
gums for titbits after an obstinate
chip of stale pitta induced spluttering and panic
before being washed down with a gulp
of cold coffee then a twinge
in the middle finger
whose name is forgotten
next to the index and ring
on the left hand so what is the right little sad
if nameless call it unknown soldier
close to one of two little piglets