Bridging the gap between unknown pleasures
Fish and chips have been wrapped in yesterday's glitter and bows
What is this large lump under the carpet?
A bubble burst onto my lap leaving shards of a popular 70's comedian
My brain swayed too and fro in the winter breeze along with next doors hanging basket
I hid beneath my ribcage and stoked my inner rage with stolen clock hands from Dewsbury Town Hall
Trembling eye lids filled the sky as each one cried a tear of overripe mango juice
We are all at stage 5.5 and unsure of the cost of labour so far
The dripping of information detoxifies my grey matter
A red arrow shows me a new direction and I proceed with my battery on low
The mouldy cheese has paved the way for the garden gnome without his rod
I can see you have filled the out of date storage boxes with stolen foil from a biscuit factory
My eyes squint after I become aware of the scarecrow look becoming the latest fashion
Ordered my shopping whilst sleepwalking in a chicken suit which had red woollen tights
Then people spoke in loud murmurs as the local bus carried the midnight sky back to the depot
Author: Sam Freek
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