imagine a cow popping
out a carton of milk,
soft cardboard, covered
in afterbirth, black-and
-white speckled print
over the box. then, on a side:
missing child. the words
and face
are wrong. but how
else does the milk
get made? you must believe
that chicken nuggets are chunks
cut from the bird
and fried
deeply. and you will
never guess where pink
lemonade comes from.
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...