Take Funf
On a stick
An ashplant
We all rest a while
With a smile
And some guile
‘bout the road before
Think a while
For a while
When our mind
Has gone
Faraway
Countrymile
We may smile
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Journal
April 8, 2015
Elvis
stinks putrefacted
wasted generations follow
anything but
worse
April 7, 2015
Wystopian Largo
Seems I showered
(man those pantiles!)
took some
sun and wine
(yellows and reds)
and
barbiturates
(mostly verbal & cryptic):
I am not
dead.
*
By fact of matter
Strangely alive
Like primroses
In debris
Or
Farts
In
Trances
April 7, 2015
Day Release
Cars kiss by my window
A same old story morning
Conservatory
April 6, 2015
Sum
eastermondate
isdoingupmyhead;
frage:
isit
moglicH?
that
You feel
A
Bit
Besser?
April 6, 2015
Austere
We ate Eliza
for an appetizer
and
a horse
for the main
coarse
April 6, 2015
Hi Noon
12:28
Twists of fate desert cactus
Unkind nonsenses
April 5, 2015
Missus Jesus
wanna pome rajah?
rather than
a moan of pain
coz of your
Intrusion
April 5, 2015
Howdy Doody
God, I’m older
So are you
Let’s grow younger
See you two
March 31, 2015
Concerto on Haydn
Pretty bitty thoughts
Fragments glimpses flicks
Aboriginal origin
Spitting feathers…
Water, water, water sip
Quench drench slake
Insistent chump
slurp cold coffee
milky way paddle
Still life outlined
Rotten russet pippin cox
Storm laden
Cold blowy vestibule
Unclear falling out take
Blue bed and breakfast table
My pomes of desperate mornings
Do nothing, don’t enhance
They are, boy nature in a crippled dance
The circus is no place for fools
Grimbeau 