Grimbeau

DO.

wee

bark

DI

trash bin day dark

old metal pan sky,

scoured by grey blue sick traffic

air, hanging like a cowl or shroud.

Sky waits wind

to blow another shoulder

of squalor.

Dream: got up and walked away from

the dingy flint wall office;

going quicker,

just missing walls on corners.

I realize

I

am on a bicycle.

At the main road,

tourists wave from cars and campers.

I watch a couple getting horny

in the sitting room of the guest house,

I cycle in disturbing seated groups.

A small woman with tight knit jet black hair staggers backwards and falls

back

on a carpet upholstered settee laughing excitedly.

Roaming about,

people read papers.

We speak of what they are studying.

They drift off and out.

A

group are gardening for their board & lodging, pulling up shrubs and bushes.