Thursday 12 July 2012

NEWS, TRAVEL & CHAT




They're dry humping
Bonnet to bonnet to bonnet to bonnet to bonnet to bonnet to bonnet to bonnet to bonnet to bonnet
Clotted frustration
Through the morning.
All the way back from junction 13 junction 12 junction 11 junction 10 junction 9 junction 8 junction 7...

We followed the ghosts
North from the coast.
They hum and slip between the hands
Of skeletal giants
Fingers drip with ectoplasm
Sparks in the rain. 

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