applesauce plops into plastic,
which is placed parallel to the
ice cube trays. a cold treat
for a warmer day. you can’t beat
the heat here, but you can live
with it,
until you die. which can be said
for anywhere,
you know? birds go south in the
winter (they’re beating towards
a warmth)
I have heard,
soon, they won’t need to fly anywhere.
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...