Grimbeau

Scroodles

Tag: Autumn

Dancehall days are here again
Couch potatoes go to seed
In front of Goggle boxes
Outside equinox well
…Equinoxes

You can strictly stick Strictly
Come Dancing up your sad arse

Farce repeats as history
In
…Paradoxes

…

from

mighty oak trees

brittle acorns

drip

…

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Day began in dark

at five with roll-ups

and reheated coffee

radio news of butcher birds,

seasonal badger culls,

the lighting of a candle

forgotten prayers

sea weather prophecies

The light of day found

me playing pinball

biding time for the right

moment to unload

before hard labour

breaking feet in smokey rooms

lurching haplessly

between ashtray and crucible

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