make your own friends out of cardboard boxes then add faces to these friends with paint or marker pens yeah - don't listen to them flesh-based give cardboard friends a chance as they're easier to get on with & sometimes friendship leads to romance ...
photography
( … lunnchh … )
a poem in a sandwich it was packed with ornate language it didn't go down well (digestive tract struggled) but on the innards muddled the ink was slightly sweet yet subtle like chestnuts or fox must (some words swished in the stomach for a bit) ...
hop is hope without the e at the end
there were at least 3 ants & an earwig in my shoe & as-per the wind chime that technically a zoo so i just wore the left 1 & hopped - as we do like a nucking futter to our evening rendezvous ...
teamwork
in the evening garden there formed a sort of buzz a passing car an in-song thrush & other bits of now merged stuff as one sound collectively as one sonic entity it lasted a second - then left in a rush leaving only silence & the eerie hush of dusk ...
nasal hair
oh the mysteries of nasal hair yes the further in years the more that's there do we need these whiskers? do they compliment our naps? i think school should have warned us that people become cats ...
backwards challenge
it's harder to wave backwards it's harder to make backwards soup it's tougher to shit sturdy-old turds in reverse or to walk backwards ever-monkeyed until you're primordial GLOOP ...
the snails told me to run away…
eccles cakes & echo chambers april's tangents friends & strangers cobwebs & a minor splinter on the tip of my finger & the nineteen year winter threatenings of former-year's fears doe a female crocodile muntjac deer tears gobshite tapestries woven sporadically osperys are top-notch & spring's a charged battery ...
strange games
i've been spying on you 'cause you've been spying on me i watched you eat a sandwich i was hiding up a tree then i saw the hidden camera you'd installed on the branch you must have seen us coming nice 1 - centuries in advance ...
nineteen 25
quietly convinced by mysteries & fickleness that twenty 4 hour clocks display the year & not the time i glanced across 1 evening within breathing space of michaelmas & to my surprise you cheeky swine she's done it again - IT'S NINETEEN 25 ...
windmills & turnips forever (!)
aye it was i who set fire to your windmill last whitsun then compelled as you cursed my prized-turnips you cursed my prized-turnips as i burned your windmill 'cause you cursed my prized-turnips - will we ever start learning ? ...
