My
Magic Carpets
( for that nice Mr Schackne)
I dreamed I was with Kevin Mc Cloud he
complimented me on my lovely
door I blushed
to the colour of the bespoke hybrid begonias
outside the complex suite of thinking how he was much
taller how
his boots had just a touch of cowboy to the
heel though cowboy is to
Cuban as gaucho is to duck shit
I lost the will to speak
while he spoke about
my taps and we recalled the long nights days made bitter with
the choosing
I dreamed of
all the grand designs I
opened my to-do list no
my bullet journal wide yawned the day by flew a splay of ducks
all flying twee back home with me
wide yawned the day
ReplyDeletethere's a title for a novel
you dill. wide yawned the mouth of Mr Kelen. Too long?
DeleteIt's lovely. The growth of sense. The cutting back of nonsense.
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