Ambergrise
Five, ten to…
Poetry Please!
The sky darker,
rain and nightfall,
alone all day,
from others apart.
Do I want to see a picture of your brother’s damaged face?
No need to ask.
Friday’s rice and chicken stew is had,
now it sits on
three bags of crisps,
one ready salted (red),
the other cheese & onion (blue),
and a banana.
I have a funny taste in my mouth,
not bawking,
just savoury
salt belly draft.
Tomorrow a friend will find out how much
left foot he has, well, left.
Afghanistan beat Bangladesh at cribbage.
Gave up on Vertigo and came up here to die.
Another victory for common sense.
Failed again.
Grimbeau 