Grimbeau

NINE is eight found wanting
stale orchids splutter
pure airways clog up overnight
no second breath come first gasper
justice thirsts as curfew darkness drains
March makes aether culprit,

Flirty snide barbs rib and niggle
vindictive zests defy belief
--when will words fall petal free?
consult yond inner demon seed
that insufferable bore that force feeds you
breast fed in orphic bubbles
drives me wild eyed to distraction
shot drops me like a polar bear
found seething raging blowing
sliced through by sabre sleet
marooned out on a dodgy asphalt shoulder starving

Only got so far that they could fake my name
before the pants were pulled down
and the sacraments began
blurted it out in dribbles and spits
left little old me in a market town alley
who would have thought it would happen here
over here of all places