Moon face wet air
glitches
It is a moon
It is a moon
Another
idiot quest
laughter
messing with the pivot
What are
the breadcrumbs for?
Orange
socks and bad breath
Your
everything is ashes
blown chances
god of
whatevs
Everything
is everything yeah
Piss to
phosphorous
passing for
light
a curve or
a line bent
Stage left:
he leans in
all anger
Pink
plastic gerbera
keep dust
here
Sickness
for mouth to hand
drop
let
as the
words came out
a soup of
intentions
occasional
juridical blisters
in speech
Why are you
talking about serenity now?
Everyone a
gadfly
Puffed up
with sleek haunches
Web of
guesses steadies
as the
evening
Who would
of thought
we were a
family?
god of whatevs, hi.
ReplyDeleteHow do, Val.
ReplyDeleteOrange socks and bad breath
ReplyDeleteYour everything is ashes
blown chances
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beauty!
Thanks, Tom.
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ReplyDeleteSorry about that. Just imagine a glade in Ladywood.
ReplyDeleteThat takes a fair bit of imagining. Mind you, there's always hidden bits of green in Brum. And there's the rezza in the vicinity.
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