My Diary: Prototype Eyes

I battled with monsters from the cut throat razor dawn to the serving girl’s apron dusk.‭ ‬I opened the single eyes as they fell on the doormat and kept a trowel in my top pocket so I could bury the bad news.‭ ‬The periscope in my top hat refused to see ships as I balanced a thirteen storey block of flats on a matchstick.‭ ‬The cigarette in June’s pocket recalled it’s meeting with Socrates.

Prototype Eyes

Prototype Eyes

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