false smile with sloppy teeth
he knows what to do to keep them in reach.
study their patterns, follow their speech,
every week, hunting the streets of Leith.
and where does that leave the rest of us?
sunshine on the bruised skin of a peach,
and stories we're too scared to breathe.
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...