Mostly grey chords in a sweet place
where begin a sneak seal biting-
and open flap surprise bred scars.
There was a place where
we bounced pesky the black ants
and clever spiders drawn through
asymmetric slates extra designed:
this place looked great in the 70's.
Now the parents walk on submerged
brickworks, circulating
in a cool zombie trance:
and a seal bit my hand
while the kids are synchronized,
swimming.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
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I admit that I have not been here in a while...
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Great writing, as always. You never disappoint.
@Akeith: Thanks, man. Hope all is well with you. I've been very lazy lately. Thanks for stopping by.
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