Grimbeau

Scroodles

Tag: Indigo

Sucked away prodigously
since first light broke icy dark
Tried very hard to punt
A Third Humanism–

No one seems much interested
So I left dystopia
Had cosmetic surgery
Convalesced on Crimson Strand

Found this grain of sand
in elastic rubber dunes
–longshore tobacco drifter
just struck it lucky I guess

Right place: right time malarkey
It just ain’t cooking—too cold
Here in half-baked Alaska
All is about food & syntax

Craving precious indigo
Giotto grumbles
Pulverises Nigella seeds
Burnt brown coffee kills

Telly Savalas licked me
soppy sloppy seducer–
Who loves ya baby?

Limpid, floating fragments fill mind’s sky,

cotton clouded heavens obscure blue

firmament.

A good boy enjoys a sock on the carpet,

Heavy sighs.

Unmet, unseen life probably goes on outside

(I’ve heard persuasive reports on my radio,

pictures on the shiny electric signs,

indigo screens, and from droppers-in).

How distant is the edge of remote

Anyway?