March 31, 2017Aaaargh!, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry Leave a comment MURDOCH When someone blew me they knew it would be a matteR of time before I killed your head prefect but they did not know it would be you too, sweetheart, mine since I love you too dearly not to know it is the wrong kind of love for you and your friends like mine who ask not for the gayest of problems but the right of all to be here and not there and that makes it all fine and dandy and not the right way but the wrong and you too shall be here and there and not here and to four for it is the wrong kind of laughter that you reap and that makes for the wrong timed liker and the right timed wrong to be here kind of language tested faith and you all know it too. Bye! COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2017 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...