Sunday, August 23, 2020

Tales from a road #1



I’m reading Bukowski and it’s like a rich Christmas cake at my grandmothers table. 

I’m reading Covid tales of Stockholm syndrome typed by chickens pecking at a keyboard. 

Somewhere out in the grey morning lights go on, cocks crow, and other lights go off. 

Jessica dies, I’m sad that she couldn’t hold.

In Bristol zoo a gorilla cradles her newborn child and so life goes on. 

And on.

1 comment:

meredic said...

That’s very interesting Eva but I’m puzzled as to why you feel the need to tell me.