My Diary: Thinking In The Fridge

In the hopeless garden most of the day.‭ ‬This comprised of miles of imaginary roadways with parts of cars cemented into place like faithful guards at Pompeii.‭ ‬Among the twists of steel a mirror sat,‭ ‬preening it’s feathers and singing forlorn songs.‭ ‬I dug three holes and filled in two of them sometime later.

Thinking In The Fridge

Thinking In The Fridge

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