fit of idle bout of trifle doubt:
Dizzy blows
“Closer”
“Closer”
“Soul Kiss” “High on a cloud”…
ears perambulate
a long way
plodding stirs of stout tangs…
what kind of condolence adjourned to get an everlasting poke?
editors note:
Something’s burning here more than my ears; it’s the pull of the poke. – mh