toubled sweater blues

i bought a boyfriend the other day, and spent the change on london slang.

we traipsed the sidewalks in black boots and a worse-for-wear demeanor, on the look-out for hairy green monsters. a purple haze descended, mixing minstrelsy of yesteryears' maneuvers on the oeuvre of midget elephants. trumpets sound - ring, and the air blings with ephemeral excitement.

together we munched on pigmie burgers of ground guinea-pig and head cheese, and bounce pounce the rhythm of an unknown electrobeep.

peep.

something squishes, and feet savor a silken sorrow marinating on the smokey pavement. pick-me-up
and dance to my motion - there is no music, but she will sing
regardless.

she says.

haiku in white

sojourn in the snow
con mi popito - es le
journey to summer.