What Hides Down the Other Tunnels?
The warmth of the curved kiln dried bricks
embraces the heat of cold air
I had a realisation… my nephew looks..and sounds.. like baby Yoda
the dune sighed and was blown away on the wind
my sister couldn’t diagnose why my nephew suddenly became a snorer
three days later they found a button up his nose
you can’t beat a beer battered haddock
the penguin fell over the….I wish my flip flops feel the way I do
writing one line is far harder than I thought
my favourite train is the one that takes you home
royally rogered by a roustabout
let the grass grow between your toes
follow the slug slime and everything will be ok.
Why is my cat’s belly so fluffy and yet, to touch it, is a trap?
some kids were shouting at a woman on the bus
and I wished they’d get drafted into a war
going to a rage room would fix me
a beautiful naked breeze flew from wisdom’s feet
haven’t seen Alan for a while
aye no wheat!
we woke in a land of five flies and cicadas
this afternoon I found an elf cup in the woods
coming back to a place called home
vote, vote, vote for Alan
the days are getting longer and will now encompass twenty five hours
a man speaks of the love of his life and means wasps
respect, that dogtooth isn’t a mirage baby
sipping stolen Dr Pepper, thank you quick stepper
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