Where was the spoon?
The Spoon – the fucking spoon!
Water was running,
Loud and constant
running water
You left the fucking tap on!
He could just make out the familiar, nasal tone.
My eyelash is awash with milk suds
Not quite a froth
Clambering from the cereal bowl
Was arduous hard
Like pond weed
And gypsy tart
Quarter
to ten new time, sunshine icicles
When you leave no going back
Welcome mat reads wrong way round
Enter at your lirep or backwards
Follow these instructions
Instruct your followers
Spilt milk
No laughing matter
~
Still
a little raddled even after a good sleep.
It’s your age, dearie.
Makes me full of it that one
That look occasions
sublime opalescence
condensed fit to burst
neutron quarks gluons scarper
Grimbeau 