Pale Gallery

Dress was at mine earlier, for breaky.
Gave me her flower for a cupa tea.
Love.

It was getting near to the eve.
Started to get ready.
Put on me costume.

Walked out of the door, stood on cat.
The cul-de-sac was ready.
I was pretty.

Everyone followed me down the road.
We were ready.
Strolled down the pavement
keeping the pace steady.
Ready.

The bird fucking died.

"Get that shit sick off the road Toby!"
Jim cackled at my expression,
Toby was in utter scaredom.
So the night went on.

We sat on the street sign for a good few.
Began to get tiresome, Ste was shagging Sue.
We saw it through their window.
Disgustin' little beggars.

In a bit.

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"In the end it is impossible not to become what others think you are." - Julius Caesar

jamester

It strongly reminds me of ee cummings. The playful use of language, but the controlled style and deliverance of the poem are great. I like this a lot.

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I think we are blind. Blind people who can see, but do not see. - jose saramago

Eiji Tunsinagi

Things just got more English. For the better?

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"nothing is perfect, nothing lasts, and nothing is finished."

"how will you go about finding that thing the nature of which is totally unknown to you?"