god damn
fucking birds...
fucking c\
first ones at our place
crack grackles
g--go
no. this is beyond the--
pale fuckers don't be this
brazen. birds.
goddamn feathers and
fear. you come too close. you see.
we don't mess with the leer.'
mind the trip, home
is where the feet land,
fool
ish, man. goddam. weak.
it's all weak. all week, man.
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...