When the skin of my delusion cracks,

exposed to the air like real pudding,

scrape it away. Please scrape it away.


The strider rides the surface tension,

and the current does not abide twigs

and snapped monofilament.


The current rides the sag-wire

opposing the horizon,

and the whole town smells like deisel

and shack dream.


The current rides the sag-wire

and doves cling to sag-wire,

and squirrels run gymnastic.


Crack the shell to expose the yolk,

yellow, round and fatty.

Ride the pan sizzle

before the butter goes brown,

and the pure edge burns.

◄ The Sage of Devil's Gulch

Splattershot #2 ►


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Devon Brock

Tue 13th Aug 2019 21:43

Thanks Mae and Rose. Trying out some 5 minute speed typing to jiggle out the cobwebs. The facial surgery - hunnerd dollars in quarters. Port - I wish.


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Rose Casserley

Tue 13th Aug 2019 12:06

much more than worth taking just one eye trip on. Oh! you make me thankfully sick!

ps-how much did the facial plastic surgery cost?

Rose 💋

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Mae Foreman

Tue 13th Aug 2019 11:19

Superb! Something tells me you live in a port... You appear to be on a roll lately my friend! Kudos and enjoy!🎈

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