Grimbeau

Tea roses tint dew drops glint
wuthered sandstone,
crinolates
the hand carved city of stone
lonesome gremlins
supervise

A stone cat
hewn behind an air vent purrs:
lured on by pareidolia
faded mirage on a solar phone

Scent fumes escape a golden august feast barn
marooned in nut sedge slate
overlooking the well hung
gardenias of Armageddon

Watch transixed as black air spews
out of a cave
here
Once a

furred slinky gal
in a topaz farthingale sheltered
Happy as steam Radio
reclines humming a refrain
arrogated by those she shunned