Elvis
stinks putrefacted
wasted generations follow
anything but
worse
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Journal
April 8, 2015
Blonde Table
candle fires livid
evanescent gloaming hour
softening sore eyes
igniting granite spindles
fetch away blue blues
duping day to grey
opaque sketch on pastel
sea horse manes underwater
April 7, 2015
Dazed & Confused
Thine be the Glory
Fol-de-fol-de-fol- de-rol!
monkeys dressed up jesuits
long-long-long bevor
*
how sweet it is
to be
…loved
by
You
April 7, 2015
Karmic Army
Kids play troops off school
Organising scarce resources
Just in case of course
April 7, 2015
Wystopian Largo
Seems I showered
(man those pantiles!)
took some
sun and wine
(yellows and reds)
and
barbiturates
(mostly verbal & cryptic):
I am not
dead.
*
By fact of matter
Strangely alive
Like primroses
In debris
Or
Farts
In
Trances
April 7, 2015
strangeways
i am too sexy
too sexy for my girth…
that means i have not got
any worth too
sexy for my girth
April 7, 2015
Day Release
Cars kiss by my window
A same old story morning
Conservatory
April 6, 2015
Jasmin Air
we kissed on flowers
felt love in and out of reach
know what i am now
April 6, 2015
My Comrade who fell in the Hoover Dam. 1933 (Slipped!)
Hey You!
You with the Stars
In your Stars
…
April 6, 2015
Sum
eastermondate
isdoingupmyhead;
frage:
isit
moglicH?
that
You feel
A
Bit
Besser?
Grimbeau 