Showered clean lean beams of good light dancing sinfull spickety smickety tickety tick  s lashing
glittery specks of water picking tiny atoms out of the angels gel  . upward lewd baby blue lying sky
 puffy clouds bloating like rising loafs of white bread going somewhere exotic in the southerly fried flow the green teeming tree tops breezing about later a dark tattered night the moon ball oranged by a gas of unknown agent

corOnation 3

stop it im tired of the tune you play gargoyle the bass is bastart and the horn blows meaningless lies Eric god bless you gave us one for the ages we salute you nice composition bhoyo now fuck off and leaves us be.

coronation street 2

thinking of u and wart  dew, wet morning on a bird bath little feather tickling the lather under my oxster walk fast my sweet love the tide is coming to take the tale fly with the chirping one too the warm sun and start anew worn by the pillars of please sweep down from the mighty high at swoop and swap sing a song of six pence with a hot roll and sausage in cape of thy pocket hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm blow it out  ................. of your ear stinky one

Coronation Street

hare on the go running  bouncy-ing southly  smelt skies sipping tea at 2 feeling right about nothing  tears swell at aborted love long gone  see them lined in rows at the heavenly gate crumpets on plate lazy dts on sunday morning shaked from her sweet snare of a tuba and horn blowing.

dots

Her wet bay splashed out onto lap and leg spewing wet and tasty organic seeds, the dangling moment spent
while new rivers moved delta wise a regal cock at full mast beckoning the soft sails of her cunt. the wind tossed a rage

bad day

The spring Sun spread early morning light across the bluish sky,bang bang boom boom.

The heavy guns boomed the earth shook and the heart rattled and tattled.

Grey haired Generals puffing and picking at tobacco pipes. At the back rotting

soldier lay in blood soaked muck but a foot away Killer gaas hung overhead.

like

a Phantom caw caw caw the the blessed raven sang.

The coyote ran.

On the prairie

field i lay with sue anne clay,

death found me.