How do you like your
face in the morning?
I like mine with a Kiss
~
Apple turnover
French fries, grits, dried Eggs
synecdoche & wipes
Arapaho yelled
Michelangelo get duck
take cover under
One more goldfish prize
Sometimes whilst underwater
A grumbling giant goes:
Tis want of which
You silly witch
Your heart is all a’plenty
Keek I there a’won nowhere
& fiddle all the Gentry
…why this concrete cross,
built on slabs set
porous and glass spectacle,
office blocks called
mum and dad and me?
Go on contact me,
tell me,
no chant or discipline
provides answers.
It is mad to ask,
says my inner voice
as I slash off my
compulsions in these words.
These ships of fools
that rundown europe
are neither good nor bad.
These are freaky things!
the more you care the more you oppress:
Excavation demands truth.
Grimbeau 