Do You Feel a Bit Peckish?

within a derelict detachment of thought a morbid curiosity expands shrinking the image of concubine earth eliminating hunger of satisfaction thirsting lust in this dripping heat

Snapshots of a Small Town

shore leave on sunday local priest smirks condescendingly dark knowledge spilling out over the rim of that pristine white collar. – watch that boy ducking into the cracks in the wall wife alone and desperate for a taste of something new stirring the pot with a thick wooden spoon until hubby gets home. dinner’s ready….