Grimbeau

Green sea privet wind sculpts poplars
going past fast in passing car
squint out through hole in  steamy window
hot breath demystifies cold sweat
blazer sleeve wiper keeps round
cuff for stubborn corners

casts poor vision out of sight look back craning straining neck
squeaky cyan leather sure stings bare hams
to glance in rear view mirror risks

catching knowing eyes
eyes grow poorer by the day
better learn to touch type quackly
(frivol drivel warms up fingies,,,)
rest third eye on bare metal
mystifying twight windows

under seawinds batter privet
into loose submission
elementary old dear maelstorm
cold fingers frigid lightning mock
crystal tips descend steep steps
proof there’s no more time to waste
for times been running out forever

read that back with gravitas
dead dull & plausibly obscene
like courtesy embraces:
See which woman stalks the streets
scaring off small mammals
with an old fashioned look
she learnt when still quite young
allowing mercy to flee the sun