Friday 12th August


Wanderer, drifter at the shrine of 7:45am, cruises offerings at the
carnival of weird stuff, shrine to the rising sun. Almond milk it’s
a new day, what you got between the ears?
Sat in a corner waiting for you to come, in walks Superman, a little
dazed, a little unshaven. In walks glass clown, cooled in the wind of
fanning fingers. A fork, a lemon, hand in hand. A Bag, self satisfied
is dressed in nothing but Red shoes & the Blues. And I’m feeling good
just the way I am, scratching paper with metal & ink.


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