The Obtuse Circumstance
Pickled punchy
Monday morning sot
K2 ascension
trudge and huff.
Wind blusters, gusting away
remnants of claggy, stubborn night.
Wolf pack rampant roadmap
eyeballs throb in misty mirrror.
Brain damage limitation.
Fromage marshmallow ganglia.
Camembert opaque frosted
Yellow day.
…
Insurgent tree surgeons
gather storm broken
eucalyptus limbs.
Big cavernous rumbles.
Apple tree crumbles.
Head waiter fumbles,
stumbles, tumbles.
The tray vibrates
gawky albatross libations
part company with host,
comic crash slapstick pratfall
radical payload scatters
huddled throng,
babbling surprise looks on aghast,
desultory fat barman
fetches bucket and mop,
mumbling vacuous
‘Sorriesirs, Moddoms…’
glaring doom on prone
crone squirming,
yelping victim
plaintive noises,
just made jobless
in gin and debris.
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