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
Sir John Bitumin
laid it on bit thick
plummy urban sine noble
Metropolitana oiks
crave Mr Softy Ice Cream
tannoys herald ninety nines
mismatch of the day highlights
Am I my Buddha’s keeper?
Verbal diarrhoea
Splat of conchshellness, mind that child!
Too late mate you’ve lost your license.
All because the lady sought pork pies…
Sausage, bacon, tomato in a brown bap.
Crucial glider crisis talks underway –
quite a tussle by the sound of it.
Day gone shady grey,
all hangs dangling in the balance.
How to plump?
Pros outweigh cons
and vice versa.
Alternatives to impasse:
half measures, no measures, more measures.
Thorny problem, telling points on both sides.
Sweep floor: time out, pause for thought,
check for rain, wait for a sign, a determinant…
indigestion breeds procrastination
Grimbeau 