‘That’s what I call struts on the tilt-boards of Susa by the old arcade…’ Dubb, ‘OK Bibi… no, don’t strangle…hold the moor…’ She’s only first stage, in a retro wig, deco-dyed…it interferes with a quick exit…
Daily Archives: March 27, 2013
A Fork In The Road
a jellied bean bill’d to a jabber stalk’d bicyclist with a box of jibs from the maid in Tyre round the block ahead awheel one pedestrian haunted by a ghost and a castaway from Cats rumpled on a stilt
& Haywir’d
what to-do an egg paint’d a dozen colours with a soft boil worth more a green corn by a nose-hair underground o’er a mill’d pepper the candl’d snuff’d out sneakers chewin’ the chicle too shy a window
A Bit Overdue
whereabout the techs nick’d by the chipper shortcut hearin’ they’re now there alioth ablute as the tied folds the curtain where is the sense in any rehearsal is it too quiet than else what time a maid calls
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