fall

Another quick doodle. I quite fancied writing something obscure (bit like throwing paint on a canvass and then finding out you have painted an abstract cow unintentionally or something) so I gave it ago and instead something found itself I think.

Downward Selling

Honey jars spiked with pickle stain
labour diets and unanswered calls.

Chalk dust heaped in piles pokes distain,
mauls strawberry cake offered from the other hand.

Pathos befalls us all, invites us to eat from the stand,
Tries to bury tulips in the morning sand.