join the circus, friend.
eat a burger down to the bone.
complain about the cold,
but keep going back. alone.
no one is alive to pay you any mind.
architecture can be funny. take it
for granted. swing away, the end
means you can go home. you know
the drill. alone.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
Tell him Coral has finally gone sour and the Pin is as crooked as we all thought,” fryed Balkey and eyed the straight and tall, the...