Highway

After miles of self-elected pace setter cars, swervers who pass and cut back like pinking shears, the perpetual left turn signaller took a right off-ramp, it’s me and the ones going by like I’m standing still, and the poke-a-long-hazardy with dents on both sides of body panels. On the 417, around a bend, rows of […]

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I was eating a sadness sandwich with laughter bread pushing an elephant up a stair – while flaring a certain je sais wot, a sparkler flair it isn’t giving myself local rugburn, shall we make it a Holstein up a doorstep? A Mack truck and a slippery mucked ramp? shall we say, a pain-o pianos […]