i blew the wad the sloshy gray-matter whispers specks out of eight knobby fountain-pen fingers cluck the thumb spacer for days to morning doves coo and chew the seeds berries of snail siestas titles slimed up from the suck: the shaggy dog the rolling hamster the vexacious cat's caterwaul orbs spun the headstand into the sockets voices choke in the chest cavity graffiti spray the bone-dome the weeping willow masked back to the giggle of the soloist echoing the hairs on the arms to rise, pirouette and salute now a sound clangs the cage's ribs that's all folks 3.1 10/10 © Brian Peter Hodgkinson
That’s All Folks
08
May