Things To Do 2007

Through turmoil,

horse.

Night flattens,

stitch.

Try out a new stranglehold.

Into a large hole,

only from touch.

Him (crowded in the box)

burst on the track,

in a bag of ash.

Flush his cheeks,

eyes,

space that reaches,

in dreadful disrepair,

on its hinge.

Comments

[Kevin]

I enjoyed this one. Great economy of words! K