Fluke Skellington

by grimbeau

klimt

 

Three approaches

The day’s ebb

The ebb of day

 

Could rest

my head

Go to bed

 

Writing about the agonies

Of others is a tad

Arrogant

 

Anyway I do…

 

No I will continue

Wracking

Corpuscle & Sinew

 

Come, come

That’s laying

It

On a bit lavish.

 

Like an old church

On a

Skellig

 

Singing

to

 

The Sky Light