Grimbeau

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Grimbeau

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He’s still there waving & grinning

and wish as hard as I can it remains

Shorty – the ghoulish clown:

giant daisy in a crimson bowler,

mouth like a  lewd, purple inner tube.

Striped, hoola-hoop held pantaloons

hanging off Moorish orange braces

glowing lime green socks

in burnt brown boots.

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cornucopium

Ill again, fingers
Burnt by silvered sun
Nothing much to say
Wizard notions complicate
The simplicity of food

Affluenza

Grimbeau

Black as night at five

as I rose and chose a coffee

from the selection of available liquids.

With this I had a cigarette, which I made myself:

harvesting, drying, processing leaf,

making paper in a big blue pail,

extracting gas from my bio mass.

An exhaustive process

often interrupted by the need

to release toxic waste from the corpus.

~

On arrival upstairs in my lift

the day was revealed as misty

and the streets sweat wet.

I dropped my lighter on the floor and left it,

vowing to retrieve it later

with my extended manual claw.

A cursory take on the news

clarified the extent of yesterday’s huge explosion in China.

Jim Al Kalili showed me around Sellafield

nuclear reprocessing plant and availed me of a

brief history of nuclear energy.

He looks very like a frog.

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