Grimbeau

Foot zing alarming after redress—

stillborn labour long and arduous;
earthquakes grumble

sullen tallow poesy,
very nice though it seems,

a can of worms called

cryogenic masochism. the rood that came unglued. nothing hinged springs easy.
Where is it to go?
Forlorn in no faced media; a crowd of ones and zeros swaps ;
O not to live like that if I make it through this eternal night;

Snoopdogs of a thousand faces;

lit from underneath by lime
twixt screens disposed to wander

looking for a break
a let up in the bombardment reveals
a pile of rubble heaped

beside a cranky trebuchet
lightly dusted with talcum powder
redolent in no way of instant mash