Happenstance | Grimbeau

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Surprise visitor!
Ginger Rogers fresh from heaven
knock me down with a feather boa

give us a twirl then luv
‘aren’t you going to ask me?’, she said
Ask you what I close upped

Strong silent typography
‘How does it feels to be dead?’
She thinks I’m Peter Fonda

Poor love goddess,
They all go a bit
Sunset Boulevard

I give her my father’s best side
And flash the trademark
well-upholstered teeth

she smiled knowingly
We parted on the best of terms
It had not always
been like that…in fact never
quite like this before

Dragged up on the mean

streets of Much Wenloch, Salop:

orphaned at an early age

& entombed on death row by four

after eating his grandma!

Yes, indeed, Neil Armstrong was

an unlikely candidate

to become the first man

on the moon.

a modest man with a lot to be modest about,

petty criminal with cannibalistic tendencies.

Till fortune propelled him

into a life of

galactic celebrity,

when,

holed up in a shotgun shack after

an abortive raid

on Dade County Police Dept

to release Jim Morrison,

he was abducted by NASA

& sent,

kicking and screaming,

into outer space.

His last words ‘Goldfish Mandelbrot’ are typical of the man:

succinct yet charming,

dark yet illuminating.

We shall never see his like again.

Grimbeau