torrential rain hill fog may contain traces of diphtheria creaky doors the common cold dark days of yore asbestos & hazelnuts ricin rice cakes latex gloves slippery floors a wonky shelf then there's always weasels popping - so watch y'self ...
Poetry
glove on a branch (a true story)
one happened to chance upon a glove on a branch beside a grey rainy lane yes it deserved a second glance then photo graph (cue special dance) 'cause luck's a fickle fuck but that's a bastard glove on a branch ...
dab A.D
somersaults the summer solstice sonic booms ussain boltish hyperspace & silly faces sprinting cheetahs stinking freezers x ...
a pause
there's a word in your ear half-stuck in its entrance as another word dithers on the tip of your tongue then sometimes pins & needles on your fingertips are tingles of words awaiting ink & paper still unwritten, unbecome,unsung - hurry up ...
as tough as old walls
drystone walls they reign over this land great baseborn barriers maintained by man bricks placed by hand all weather - withstand enduring time's span because they're hard because they can ...
…of process the in
handstands & back flips gymnastic bastards upside down bat-kips theatrics catnip rub against magnets phantasmic elastic another day - average write this shite that's it ...
old music
once upon a hum when the earth was younger many songs they were sung to usher in summer like merry up ye maypole stick it in y' june or slowly stirs yon hedgehog - classic fuckin' tunes ...
dawn of the bud
on the brink of the incipient the coming of the budding on the verge of the scourge of that infernal vernal it mocks from the branches with embryonic glances 'fear us now' it's telling me 'our sticky bud supremacy' ...
scrawling stuff
scrawlings plastic pen ink on hands & exposed skin reminders random words shopping lists whims symbols protection secret jokes nudges soapy water smeary now but traces smudges ...
ǝbuɐɥɔ ɟo sǝɔɹoɟ
certain things suck us in charbydis an opening maelstroms pigeon holes black holes lack control willow weep tree sorrow leaches frost hollows deficits gain more different than before ...
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