Ludolf Grollé

CEREBRAL FLUXES - the day that Christian Bailed

UNDONOVANNED

As Gustave sipped his wine

Things were different.

Jane got her wish like some vamp from the Rocky Horror show.

I’m really craving coffee just about now

The spin doctors worked their magic,

The end result was tragic.

Rainbows reflected the bands inner most feelings

Those words could only be expressed in music

Whatever she wished for, Nijinsky provided.

Like T.E. Lawrence travelling around on his motorbike - wishing he was Che.

Isabel said quit the “allende” - she spoke Dutch you know.

Here’s the gun, we’ll even supply the bullet.

However...

You put your finger on the trigger,

The really were not looking for the next Armenian Idol

AC/DC were dressed as tomatoes and manning a light aircraft.

Just pull it.

The Geese migrated but this time - like a bunch of Illuminati -

They were headed toward the East.

As the chainsaw buried its teeth deeper into the pig

A fountain of Sasparilla gushed like the diatribe of an Italian mother chastising her children at the dinner table.

Another Dog day Afternoon.

Icarus had just waxed his legs and his surfboard -

Man he had a dreadful night.

Man he had a dreadful flight - or so the story goes.

Corinthian just stood firm, watching all the while.

The town comic was there, just to add a smile.

300 Soldiers, armed to the teeth.

Christian Bale was never as Psycho as he was that day.

Somewhere in a cave Plato was waiting for the movie to start.

© : Ludolf R. Grollé