yallowcouth
tundra is the night
orange groves spurn indigo
gormless faces dreft
eyelids held opinions
wretches clutching jubes
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Miles Davis
September 26, 2016
January 9, 2015
Buenoventura Durrutti
Teal unreal
on that charred
Hard clay night.
Thinks: worms lap
sun-drenched blood
On midday grass
No buttercups grow there.
True iguana weather: no cicadas.
Another good skin shed.
July 5, 2013
Cornlegs Kellflakes
Above them clouds the monk soars:
Theloniously.
Grimbeau 