Leaves astringent coursing downwind of ourselves
waiting for the opportunity to drift in our way.
And echoes complimenting each other on their alacrity and mind piercing qualities as they spin around graves.
A cement mix of ingredients with added H2O chemically marching into solid form.
Here we have some ingredients of life’s book flow from mass, word count IMPACT and volume.
Did we communicate ideas on scraps of paper before books came along and stopped? Did the pirates give up and stay at home?? Did the lawmakers dream of huge profits and did the owners of the printing press yawn?
Boldly going into the wardrobe again. I emerge like ET and begin growing up again.
I use blood fresh as makeup. Red is my favourite colour.
In approbation of John Ashbery.