2014, n. yorkshire: water falling | dead rabbit | fast river | after a no. of miles | graze | coffee | pint of ale | fluffy dog | jet zoom |
2014, liverpool: coffee in a victorian cafe | this sort of thing helps | I'd like to re-arrange several of my only testicles tiddley pom to a jaunty tune | all of the light | eyes filling with the usual fluid | this chair is somewhat fuckin a metaphor and so is this drawing of it as well as one heartrending snatch of nostalgia c.. 1995 |
2014, midlands: outdoorsy tired cyclist body (from less than only 50 miles) sun'kissed' windblasted bit stiff but bit limber and roughnready styled quickstrip reveals veincords up arms legs hips tan tines and snugclothes pinchedlines, esp. thighs. all of the food means tum is kinda broad, head looks easterislandesque, bod hair almost slicked time for a shower
2014, w.sussex: lying on croquet lawn in my undercrackers | weeping willow whilst memory of moving here 22 years ago makes the usual fluid fill the eyes briefly
2014, e.sussex: nature effaces the grid | the 2nd person singular (always) |