Psy Ops | Grimbeau

Tag: Psy Ops

Stumbled, hugged, slurped,

puffed the grizzly, mizzly

still born grim morn

Away with the furies,

the septic harpies,

the skivvying puggled blurb,

the chivvying, nagging

behemoth of claptrap and piffle

squatting in my gnomic canyon.

The limescale crumbles line the mug

The unicorn dismantles the cradle

The dish does away with the spoon.

Everyone chips in when

Push comes to shove

At the heel of the hunt

Boiled eggs,

two soft boiled eggs,

four minutes sortie,

give or take a few spoonrides

for immersion and rescue –

tense moments, critical mass.

Two slices of toasted oatmeal brown:

four buttered diagonals, obtuse triangles,

bread hats for bald coolies in monsoon, torn

to shreds by bare hands for dipping soldiers

and to perform mopping up ops in egg, salt and pepper theatre.

Grimbeau