Saturday, August 22, 2009
justwrite 22 august
yawning through the awnings such curtains make a splendid pair closing out the air and barely getting by in a carseat like the sweet potato pie tried by goblins and swallowed down by the birds i have forgotten on purpose to wash the accidental dishes and the spider must be asking to be excused in the second conditional tense and it is possible but unlikely as we can probably tell though it's just as well there was no hot chocolate to speak of to sneak off the property and crop pants into romance those are the chances we take and the brakes aren't always strong enough to be worthwhile just a smile and a heart attack down the sideways driveway these are the alchemist's theories and the wearied traveler says yes says fine says let me get my hat but that's not to be and a disappointment in three parts is the expectation the happening and the regret of yet another smothered opportunity no immunity developing against that rash choice the toys spilling from the box the chickens suffering from the pox the epochs of curses on both their houses having passed in drowsy dust the literature of musthavebeen the skimmed off fat of jersey milk whole and raw and calling on butter around the corner from a supposed freshness the richness never seeks
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1 comment:
man that spider has good grammar!
man if the chickens are suffering from their own pox then what kind of chances do we have?
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