robinbloke | (no subject)

Went a wattle in a trunk left hand locker post a disk of doom round the old fair with full length mirror passer by rolling, set the line in dressage nine by nine now by now over and under round a bout landed false punches niggling injury searing pain sandpapered and cut and dried last shower curtain from the ok coral floating in the faint fuzzy sea of tiny particles, snowlike drifting, automatically linked there and back again I can see the problem you cause drowsyness in adults and children shouting too loudly to let me sleep is the refuge of the weary eyes flickering and their lids slowly sag.
And there the pause holds too long.