How to write poetry

It is not enough that Maiakovski died for our sins, nor that walking down the shore he once rolled between his tongue the syllables of a roaring wave. I met the beach lifeguard.

The Elephant Salesman (Part 2)

“Mr. Pickles!” said Charles O’Day. “Take a letter!” Mr. Pickles grabbed the quill with his trunk and made several violent stabs at the ink well.

The Scourge of Horsetail

Without so much as an “I beg your pardon”, a horde of horsetail weeds stampedes the garden, spreading wee fascist forests everywhere till every inch is drenched in horsetail hair.

Helter Skelter (part three)

"None of this crap is really happening - it's just some shameless tart pulling my chromium plated leg."

Helter Skelter (part two)

Gingangooly gooly gooly gooly watcha, gingangoo, gingangoo.

Helter Skelter (part one)

The end of the world is nigh! Oh shit, it already happened.....
Cherry

Archangel Gabriel

Carried aloft by the shining angels of landfill (updated)
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Beneath the Cedars

A country parson recounts and renounces the sins of his Fathers.

Fun in the Sun chapter 21

Finally, as much as Nick was enjoying having free rein over just being able to watch Sal, as always, his curiosity got the better of him and, despite not intending to break the spell of the moment, he
Cherry

The Smell Of Greens

Memories of a bygone day!

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