the words crawled like worms
from beneath my finger nails
the letters on the keyboard
knew they were depressed
I was out in the south east earlier this afternoon. A sprawling nowhere of the newest suburbs that are (encroaching on) getting to know the old acreages and slowly dwindling farmlands. A calf and its mother lay nose to tail as the wind sheared rain beat about them. The weather continued to bluster and arse about as it does in this part of my world.
i think i have a naked soul
and yet i've yet to be impressed
even when i’m fully clothed
i still feel half undressed
No, I don't like that song and I don't like Crowded House.
in the throes of being.
mistakenly garbed
intermittently barbed
incrementally halved
(Hey Dewey!)
It's the epitome of cheesy, radio friendly nice and like Vyvyan said about The Good Life; I hate it.
anyway...
pixels formed letters
the cursor flashed
letters formed words
the cursor flashed
words formed sentences
falling in in an awkward
F Troop muster kind of way
non sequential nonsense
and a real piece
of today
the cursor flashed
lines are cut and pasted
there is the occasional Shift Delete
everything else
out from under the nails
Ctrl C
Ctrl V
repeat
(couldn't find a song about baby cows)
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me
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