H.C.E IIIHumphrey-nose Cummerbund Egbert the Third Lived til sixteen without saying a wordH.C.E III
The Prime Minister, thinking him an incorrigible fool, piercingly cried that,
"according to rule, he must be prepared, be made a tin hat and immediately sent off to Mars, with a cat."
Prince Jeffrey of Perth, as the feline was known, had been crowned for his daring adventures in Frome. He kept a small frog in a velveteen case and had sewn it a fine shirt with ruffles of lace. He brought to the spaceship a flask of Earl Grey with marmalade rolls arranged on a tray.
You take up so much spaceAnd how?!!You take up so much space
with one voice, one thin body of franxious energy upping and wailing or screeching demands not listening but speaking always, always and always! clanking pots and pans and all with two tiny handspans that grab and rattle, break and throttle all quiet, all peace, drive all harmony out, lock the gate and flush away the key.
Lost in the vacant sunThe bleached white parches the leaves yellow as ancient pages and the unrelenting sun -seeking vengeance- saps all life from the salty soil.Lost in the vacant sun
I slip among the dying plants dry and brittle as thirsty as any
the greenfly flock to munch the last chance of moisture (like you they feed unkindly).
our roots are covered over -but only just- a thin dusting of crumbling affection and lust.
Upend this jugShe says, "it was full... now the water's drained right through- he jumped off the bridge they say, I woudn't have him back now anyway..."Upend this jug
and paints two new pictures one of poppy fields the other of a dark attic room- a thin stretch of light coming through.
it is night. the foxes in the garden shriek.
LEGSpring loaded bongo big smile enthusiast. Bowing heads pretend to like jazz blowing noses on metal bottoms-up scruff infection.LEG
My imaginary friend, a dash in the days there to keep his imaginary company. My imaginary friend a dive to his head, I'm holding his sparklers until he dives back.
Blonde buck rewards see to be you beat euphoria with sticks. Calm correction fluid floods the woods, I am holding the drain with sparklers, brightly twirled mice never scaring the elephants of imaginary companionship
spooning the
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.dream bright.
let the party begin...
xo!
shane
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an antique arms and armor expert
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"millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon." -susan ertz
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an antique arms and armor expert
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The real is a closely woven fabric - Merleau-Ponty
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look i put some pomes up
might come visit you presently, maybe tomorrow
xxx
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