It’s easy, and then it (all) disappears again, a somewhat how’s-about-it triangular gesticulation of wound-about and typically flurried sorts. It makes you really outta wanna create unfixable prose, in so far as the editing process proves itself best to hold its own hand at the trembling end of the beautiful beginning. Scatterings and ink-arisen mutterings of delicate dialogue, as well as inescapably detrimental and docile slant of twisted tongue: These posing people’s favourite-best memories stretched both stressed and dressed fondly …

Tip-to-toeing up until .. pushing themselves back upon that blank “thankless” canvas of decidedly over-eager prognosis

That’ll have been the writer’s bare-essential emotions cast at full blast, which float high on o-er vales and hillocks and filled itself to the trim with thrilling new risk of welterweight hope

Which credibly wishes for itself to decoratively explode…

And for a whole-wide-world of wrought-iron eyes to finally, fair jovially fixate upon the unnerving levels of precipitous upheaval as well as pure pure purpose : that incandescent host who holds a temperamental hand with all of the drilling-of-ink which will unequivocally stand and ask to barter and bask and s-p-i-l-l

For a man to be graciously sworn from secrecy is to penultimately borrow and tear themselves as far away —- from that crimped and crying page as imaginatively impossible

‘Credible Crosshatchings’ – V.2

It’s easy, and then it disappears again, a somewhat how’s-about-it triangular gesticulation of wound-about and typically flurried sorts. It makes you really outta wanna create unfixable prose, in so far as the editing process proves itself best to hold its own hand at the trembling end of the beautiful beginning again. Scatterings and ink-laden mutterings of delicate dialogue, as well as inescapably detrimental and docile slant of twisted tongue: these posing people’s favourite-best memories stretched, both stressed, and dressed fondly tip-to-toe until .. pushing themselves back upon a blank and “thankless” canvas of decidedly over-eager prognosis. That’ll have to have been the writer’s bare-essential emotions cast at full blast, which float high on o-er, and filled with risk of welterweight hope and credibly wishing to decoratively explode…

And for a whole-wide-world of wrought-iron eyes to finally, fair jovially fixate upon the unnerving levels of precipitous upheaval as well as pure pure purpose : that incandescent host who holds a temperamental hand with all of the drillings of ink, which will unequivocally stand and ask to bask and barter : to be gently sworn from secrecy is to penultimately borrow and tear themselves as far away —- from that crying page as imaginatively impossible