When I think of her I could weep,
But I
Am an old
Broken
Garden
Tap,
With a correctly sized spanner
Attached
By a piece
Of wire.
Parkstreet
Messing about in words by Kent Parkstreet Short sketches of stories and scenes, like a colouring in book, just the outlines.
When I think of her I could weep,
But I
Am an old
Broken
Garden
Tap,
With a correctly sized spanner
Attached
By a piece
Of wire.
Parkstreet
In the morning I felt like my body was covered in tiny silver paw prints, as if a newly minted kitten had frolicked all over my dreams then fallen asleep beside me, breathing her warm shiny joy into my ear until her gentle tinkling woke me.
Parkstreet