Malingering
by grimbeau
There we are.
After
Full four waking hours
nothing written again.
Okay,
I’ve done a bit around the house and person:
read some news,
thought a lot,
disowned a BMW,
yet…
*
no words yet.
Scarified a singing cake?
No, me not neither.
The Runner beans flower lurid,
linctus thick,
sickening dayglow orange.
The Lemon leaved shrub tree fast asleep.
Eat – 08:49.
Postponed (onset catatonia)