Late on parade today
(Big night at the Senokot)
finds one knelt on
Selfless selfish knees
exposed to the elements
undaunted by a Portland Stone
~
Tautological claptrap some say
There might be something in it
So I thought genuflecting
Before St Wilfred
Another Unknown
Poet
Ned occurs sporting
fish gourds.
Slinging hush,
wordbads too uggo
to stink out odious air,
being made
as I am of late
made over
anew of dun nomadic clingfilm,
with years odd spent
purging defiant biscuit wrappers,
one finds oneselves bleating
like a severed limb.
*
Lampadadampasanda.!
So the howl goes up.
Declination brooks invitation?
I scamper for the cringes.
Noises of adjustments echo…
A declaration will follow at
some given point heretoforwards
Grimbeau 