Smut!
Let’s call it a day for now
Just so as you know what time
I want to call it
It is as you can see a poorly lit room
A long haired pedestrian
In a floppy wooden hat
Leans, stretches out,
Pulls back the curtains, reveals
A full on fading
gawping gibbous moon
obscured by insurgent ghost riders
careering from the Northlands
~
Spotted a giant clear as day
Paddling in the sea
Of Tranquility:
Cubistic Eyebrow,
unambiguous stark cyclops,
Ivory orb under
shut umbrella eyebrow:
Window latch serpent handle
oily black lipstick
Groucho Marx pisstake
Squinting snootily:
Adolf holding pince-nez
for the Hitler family album…
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You know the type, don’t you?
seen it all before, love
seen it all before…
as clear as day it
was as clear as day
…Smut!
Grimbeau 