Thursday, April 7, 2016


the blandness unsaid of beach sand turns up as hair

colour slow drips from a grinning toothbrush with  bristles

like one to stitch up clattering teeth or else a bee dives

and silences skid row rumours of rumoured rumours

about the dunce hanging stippled heads breaking heads over blues

as on a dashboard the wiper erasing incomplete moons

a moongate clamping down on ill tempers

so why not swivel the mind seated in the brain unsaid of elephants

unless a pea between the ears starts to peel off

or teeth grinding the wrong root and darkness blathers

through a keyhole where the sun streams onto a fly

liquefying in rhubarb pie

Alegria Imperial

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