Let’s Run

Christmas is an echo in the scream of all tangents totally forgotten. Easter is a pulsing leftover ham hock in a pot waiting for the soup. Grain seethes up in a steaming geyser. What is keeping the pastor’s billy goat? Let’s run smoothies under capsized arrangements.

Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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