I'll get you a big bag.
what?
friday. you coming?
yea
alright, I'll get a big bag.
the bag is filled with chips.
they are children. takis
or doritos or cheetos.
soft little voices pinging
about a thin concrete hallway.
who did you think they were?
where did your imagination go?
is your innocence lost?
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...