Grimbeau

Scroodles

Tag: Firesale

Carnology

manifestival
pen shocking intensity
in the burning hand…
(short pause for cold tap water)
Now then where was i?
Blog said, it’s finished isn’t it?
I looked down trying
To think up a diversion
The carpet spat flames
My toes were afire
I have no carpet
(long pause for suffocation)
Oxygen flees in whimsy
The bees have not knees
manifestly

Satire is Dead

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Grimbeau

A feeling of tundra floods the changing room,

showers preoccupied by dirty, bloody,

foot resters.

How one bleeds, unaware of the stream and

puddle under the desk the surge of red

pumping rivulets,

veinfluid villa floor mosaic slopes

delta grouted runnel and gutter.

Nero’s noblest toerag spills his last.

Vomitarium graffiti states clear:

Petronius expired  here

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