Morning, blowy,
took a crap, dog came down,
took a crap, had a nap.
That was that.
Seconds out.
Up again, honour bound,
only sound wind
blowing round,
that was earlier
when I was churlier.
better now,
curlier, burlier,
furrier, purrier…
Coldfingered,
some deaf, bewildered beast,
slopes in slow, bright, sane delight…
Brown Ground drowned,
Sound wind opaque,
Cimarron smokey lake
flock tactile mural peak
Cowling dented tin wind,
Taste hot silent sin
Away! Cooling. Down…
…Meet and Eat
Alfresco with Francesco
Baked Alaska? Alabaster
Just in time
Manufacture
Old war wound
Tarsal fracture.
Wholemeal bread
Cardtrick wine
After all the vulcanised wind has blown
And
Hell has frozen under
Bend like a flamingo bends
Down there by your enchanted valise
You
Will be surprised to find
The opal twin set and furls
Yes! The one you got last Wednesday
At
The Quartz Mausoleum
of Semi-Precious Love
Grimbeau 