Is it wrong, that I sat watching him pass out, for at least an hour….!
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Twinkle and Whist.
Blocked oversights, over-sights. Hills drip, curl, rove. Trip. Walk upwards before backwards back flipping a loft ripping yelping streams of cream.
Thor’s clouds sit higher up, twitching downwards on yellowing themes. Muttering fleetness, enjoying times well past.
I plundered on the two?
Hey, maybe an unanswered equation. Possibly, possible? A behaver-able issue I don’t persist or a cowardly position unknown and unforgettable…
Scribble a natural sky scape.
Re-make my imaging.
Deep flats, settled unpleasantness; feet first.
Tasting natural. The jealous missing lick.
Stretch above and touch, bend below and prepare.
I only wish…
A tall figure in a rumpled Palm Beach suit, his only suit, now full of dirt and grass stains and bulgy pockets, standing alone on a pier at the end of the world and thinking his own thoughts. I waved again, although his back was to me, and gave two quick blasts on the horn as I sped out of town.
Our host lauged out loud. ‘I am convinced now,’ he said, ‘that we will have to take strong liquor with us wherever we go. It is a sovereign remedy for strife. It turns fights and arguments into love-feasts. Blessed is thy name, Bacchus, god of wine. You can make the greastest enemies the best of friends. I will worship you from this time forward!
Cash fouls everything around me!
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