Ode to Bulwer-Lytton .1It was the only warmth he'd ever known, this waning winter sun that sank like a tired, sunny-side egg sliding down Eric's un-leveled stove; that short, greasy 1950's model that came in a shiny white, box-shaped dress that reminded him of his mother... so many things smoking and waiting in heated silence, always at the same end of the kitchen.
Odd shit, that.
No...no shooting you my dear, you have too much to share with the world
I was on the fence about that til now.
Many thanks! Hahahah!
In some cases, it becomes a visual piece.
When there is a big picture of anything...
that's likely the highest impact anyone would hope for
and at least it's better than blindness.
Averted
And inverted
For a better exam (inations)
The test
Of the best
Of best
Sees nothing
AS LESS
Rather the pawed door is tried harder at
The pantry of the mind is quiet now
Fed well on undersanding
Of less HIGH or insisted PERFECT
Under standing (ovation)
The crowd of thoughtless
Black thought crows
Goes
Wild
And frankly Mr Shankly
I care nothing
But for the beautiful silence
When
They leave
they beat the hair from hides
While nakedness disarms the best
it's not the cunning stride