Thursday 19 November 2009

RacE trAck of bOne

Pumas and new train companionship. Once removed, as I could never grasp. I thought of her. Seen. Scene of yesterday. When I bent. Slipped on. Walked out. Today. Half against the lay. The law. Run. Made it. Maybe neighbor too.

Trotting. Curve, like a giant J. Found one engraved yesterday. Fork. Bricks. Chicken bone. Still. I thought. He tripped. Laughed. Twice. No fox, nor r a t. Text attack of distract. Unusual. Upney. Nearly. Time.

Agog building up.

Maybe I'll continue.
Maybe not.

Slaw and a stare. Coming and going. Folds of skin and woven buttons. Piano playing fingers and race track shoes. A switch and a flee.

Just me.

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