Let me out
a room in the house of the dead
read promising reports of Siberia from Fyodor.
Irony escapes me when her blood is up.
Two fratricides and a horse theft cracked it.
Bingo!
Ten years eating flowers
regardless of good behaviours.
Social leprosy
is indeed a chronic state.
beady eyed ant eater sits up aloof, contented
nothing left to say except:
‘Happiness writes white; ergo,’…
Let’s get out and play…
on a clear moonless day
or on a bright sunny night
something somewhere shines
brighter than a button can
clearer than a sparkling twig
the world service drowns
most of it out unless
it shuts itself down
after seven hours
Let’s go out and play…
now the grown ups have left home
to earn a living
extracting sunshine essence
from cucumber sandwiches
making love not war
proving change is good as rest
living someone’s dream
always willing to oblige
social working your widow
Grimbeau 