Stephen Atkinson on
3 hours ago
of taming lions,
of dark, eyeless mileage,
of piloting this wondrous ark,
rotting fleshy timber,
of all the cages - rusting through
Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:14 am
Another New Year’s Morning.
Smoked and smooth-whisky aged brain with a stab in the right temple.
Start as you mean to go on.
The primary glee of proverbial blank slates fresh starts new year new me (new you, hopefully)
Rubbing my hands together and over the smooth cream pages of 2021
Ready to splatter in powder paint blue red yellow black pink pink pink..
Friday 8th January 2021 11:22 pm