Grimbeau

A three red night sucks

its denouement this morning.

All lights on and doors left causal open.

Perfect funeral weather.

Took the cure but it ain’t got through.

Think I’ll pester F-Bomb in a mo.

Naught doing on

the scribble western front.

Guts gargle in red

wine and ready salted crisps.

Permanent wet dusk.