The tongue is more akin to a lasso than a harpoon, The way it winds itself round words. Some tie knots in strings and cherry stems, but this wet mouth-dwelling muscle of mine Weaves spells with slight and sinew. In my nose, right now, is the smell of the dark over my primary school on… Continue reading Weds 14th Oct ’20, 20:08.
A prelude to Autumn. Birmingham, 21/09/2016.
Are Friends Electric? Why don't you shock them and find out. Happy Hallowe'en you ghouls and ghosties, this is what I will be doing ✌ 🎃 .