snap, crackle, crop.
the sound a picture
makes after the drop,
after the frame breaks,
glass pieces, cracked wood
a piece of printed paper
chemically sensitive,
ripped into appropriate
fragments. fridge
magnets.
hold up. what's left? nothing much. love lost after all.
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...