Asphalt Shoulder Pad
NINE is eight gargling
stale orchids splutter
obscenity
airways blockaded overnight no second no first
justice done to thirst scourge stuffy mildew drains
March gets arraigned
flittish snappy acting out tempestuous
acute vindictive zest
–when will words fall free?
consult yon purpley demon
that insufferable bore drones on
breast fed on puggled shovels
drives me bear to distraction
drops me off a polar bear
found abandoned glowing
in the icy sleet
on a dodgy asphalt shoulder
Grimbeau 