Many great tales shall remain untold there's cold in warmth there's warmth in cold there's sanity in madness & happiness in sadness plus misfortune in luck 'cause God's a fickle fuck. Amen ...
Poetry
the nether regions
Travellers often stop, prod & ask us when I'm pretending to be asleep on tardy cobbled streets 'excuse me, do you know the way to Holland please?' & I reply 'why, certainly' then I gesture duly East. I hope they're good swimmers ...
multiple discharges
The incident with the euphonium that triggered sheer pandemonium, the day it almost snowed in August heralding a darker dawn chorus or the time when you disguised your reflection yet it still looked exactly like you - aye ink all these things & write it right through ...
how to fly
You'll never actually fly fly aye sadly that's ridiculous unless you have loads of feather-stuff attached to both your arm-things yet then you'd TWAT into the sea (cite daft Icarus) But there's always metaphor of course & beyond this in a sortofishy allegory plus dead tough drugs i.e Nurofen Plus a mate of mine once dropped 3. Fuckin' nutter ...
our arcane
A secret stamp collection stashed away in the attic or a potter's wheel hidden in the cellar down below. A severed human head beneath the patio yes - every1 needs a hobby but does every1 needs to know ? ...
them chattering
Always on a missive but never from God superstitions intermissions probably just odd misleading breezes but the branches still sing scrap yards & scratch cards most days mean these things ...
hellmarked
There's a trick up your sleeve & a hoax in your coat there's a ruse in your shoes subterfuge - shades of goat. There's a hole in your soul & request from from below yes 'bring me the rest' so mind how you go ...
monday, early
The bathroom beat the Blackbirds it started somewhere around 4 waking me from slumber & sweet dreams of medieval wars. Then the bedroom, toilet, living room they decided to join in so a song was sung on the love of ropey puns yes - everything but the kitchen sings ...
(source unknown)
The streets were alive with some kind of something an intermittent pulse here then not nothing - pumping like a part-time Ley Line or the lights of passing cars or a very odd song off & on stuff is charged ...
identity merger
1st they started wearing more corduroy then they wrote daft ropey poetry then seeped into my dreams then blended with my thoughts - we are 1 single entity 1 name, 1 brain & passport. 1 ...
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