Pushbike
Sudden as love it’s eight thirty.
Two & a half hours faffabout
oiling de railleur on rusted bikes;
clearing the drain with willow and prunes;
mumbling out of turn on the chain gang.
Serene cupidities conspire
Wilfully, making sense sensitive.
Hours with feet up.
Doing the log thing.
Eight a night
Five a day
For a week
Brown and sultry planning permissions
Granted! Today we sail on Braintree.
Grimbeau 
April 19, 2016
Scrumpled
Food and sleeep…plenty sheep,
mission creep, wake in heap,
hot as hades, full of faeces,
dogs got scabies, I got rabies,
woke up screaming,
toxic dreaming,
brutal creaming,
search for meaning,
diagnosis,
clear neurosis
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