Purgatory

by grimbeau

Sound transmission with lampblack reflector

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Wonky-wheeled about with caution,

 

discovered prone Bloom, covered in

 

lampblack, penitently licking up,

 

almost lapping up,  ancient grease

 

beneath my fridge. Toilet next,

 

then repatriation to the Lazar

 

Zones of Bongo-Bongo Land.

 

Abjection is the will of kippers…

must try harder next time, if…