He smiled and said, inquire if you may
about misfortunes of your neighbours, if you can.
No matter what befalls the little guy,
he struggles ’till the Devil takes his soul.
It’s you who ought to stand and question ‘WHY’
Instead, you blinked and left your cottage for a stroll.
The papers came, slipped under the oak door.
Headlines in colour, yes they shot him dead.
You told the servant to go out and close the door.
And turned the pillow over once and went to bed.
And since the droppings are quite squarethus visible up in the airthey also keep the frequent lightningdesigned by God to be quite frightningto wombat children in their log(they often have a tenant frog)away because the thunder soundcomes only when the ground’s been foundand squares can never quite attractGod’s wrath, I’m telling you a fact.So, do…
The brain transmitshormonal bitsconverting cytesin secret ritesa chestnut glandconstricts its band,much fragrant creamright at the seamthe loss of senseas now it blendsan arched lordosis,hood into ptosismembraneous wingsand lovely things.requested time to be suspendeda renaissance that never ended.To be read in the company of Amber Gin
a sudden unexpected pulsea frontal bone, so bald,all lookers tasting urgency.And frozen in a worldof timid turbulencehe stood, completely motionless.And not a sound exceptthe shrill and urgent ‘PUSH’of one who could have beena genderless Marine.It was a day like others.Nothing of note except a birth.And down the corridor,passing the Nurse’s Station,she walked as in a…
Sugar and spices like cinnamon, neatget you glycemic, that’s when you meetlittle sweet fungi, candida gleet.You may like sugar, sweetness and heat,I say the sour one is more discreet.
She dreamed of having ten big babiesshe itched, it was a case of scabies.She had a million in her snatch.The doctor gave her a prescriptionhe wrote it in some weird encryptionhe gave instructions on the useand showed her how to light the fuse.I think the doctor was Egyptian.She lit the fuse and watched the Lakersshe…
While walking by I dropped an insult by his shadowand watched the fireworks blow into endless skies.We hit it off, needless to say, like toad and beetle,the question, one of sheer identity,it was a scorcher of a day on parched terrainhuge balls of spinifex and animosity.But look today, my friends, have we turned into mellowand…
