 | resarfpoetry Nov 1 | ... why did the traffic jam like pitted damsons air-con off so we felt swindled how come the sun never flared up? good walk though over the big hill toasted tea cakes mustn't effing grumble a ten pound note against the gushing rain the matron's face these things still linger like a headless horseman's horse's hoof prints on fresh snow where earlobes tingle once we stood at a temporary bus stop a flask of turnip soup left at the traffic lights three brown hares always a pleasure the troubadour in town fined without a license home & up the tree house later in the coal shed drawing games of scrabble a pan fried rainbow trout why did a meteor not wipe us all out? ... | | | |  | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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