a hundred thousand diff-
-er-
-ent things
all happening now at once
a million billion katrillion things
all happening right now
this second
that second
and the one before
a vector spectre wet checked conjecture
could be coming to get ya right now
or in maybe a minute or so
i simply do not know
i can't difficultly make it go
and it's not even my throw
i'm not gonna go the distance
i'm gonna weigh this instance
this improbable gravitational insistence
in out
all around
all at once
cosmic crass coincidently culty comics
a happy accident perchance or not
frequently forgetful and fretful
empires and thirst
must be sated
salty & sultry
A solitary seagull stands bravely in the heavy wind whipping in off the bay, standing alone on park table, one legged, the other tucked in. A dark evening is rolling in on the clouds that are angrily threatening to come across the bay. The Seagull just wants a chip.
About the Creator
Brenton F
I've beared no sick words
Junk words, love words
Fuck you words from Jesus
Lowlife: Jesus and Mary Chain
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I have an eBook, a collection of my favourite pieces
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