Grimbeau

Scroodles

Tag: Despair

Barge Ride

dense deep seeps weeps peeps…

too early to depart

bright black blood chandelier

crimson prism noon

Bruges’s concubines sallow hush

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steep stench slime canal wall

struth exploded off the pitch

like cannonballs on mustard

Skidding townwards audible

the gliding ghosts’ dementias

A Chattering

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Despair? Moi, Nah.

Diamond

Despair says:

 

Some say Ebbohla

Others Eebohla…

What is it?

We are told nothing

Never, nevvah, no…

 

Self combusts

On Live Telly

 

I slip into

Warm solace

Light a fire

On the floor

Before me

 

Invention

Is the child

Of

Free play