Braided Leather Belt
Belted braid beer belly Jelly jar
Incandescent light bulb hub cap slab
Mud blood bedbug meat slug
Slag bag big box hardware sign
sapling thrasher smashing slasher
lush mush bushwhacker blush
cornhusker busker bin
Let them in cotton gin
Let’s begin again
Spring Triangle Down at the Lake
Red plastic tackle box closed to the sun
Fishers stand in the shade
Of new leaves
1. He picks her up and carries her south toward London, running like superman as the whole of England’s fields spread out before them. The other two had more modest skills like cleaning up liquids without getting wet.
2. Everyone in the lobby stands so still.
“The veterans are our only wanderers,” the nurse informs me as I check in. Later a clatter in the corner wakes me.
“Whose that!” I shout.
Her back is to me. I see a red sweater and long black hair.
“Who is that!”
She turns, and arms moving like pinwheels beside her pale face, she speeds from the room.
Part 1 is very mouthy. I have to say it out loud to roll it around properly.
(And when her arms moved like pinwheels, I had to shudder.)
Yes! It has to be spoken to make any sense. It is words like music.