Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

postcard five

can’t talk right now.  too busy drinking tea after tea after tea, clean palate mixed with irksome bark.  Heat mixed with the dripping rain.  Milk and water.  Plain and simple.

and one by one they fall
shot by harmony and harmonic
dull pitch of scream dulled by eggbox and…
egged on by gripped shiver
aligned and maligned
handled and gesticulating to be picked and plucked
chosen by the choosiest scrap of inflection versus infection

two of one and one of none.
[ain’t that the way it goes?]

I love two of one, especially if they are great chocolate chip cookies. :)

But what is really an eggbox? Is it a cardboard carton of eggs, or is it a crate that used to hold eggs?

“dull pitch of scream dulled by eggbox”

Impressive - a casual line about a muffled scream that speaks volumes.

I’m going to guess egg carton.

I had a musician boyfriend that intended to wallpaper our entire flat with egg cartons in order to make more noise in the quiet hours. No brew, true or otherwise, could have withstood that racket.

my head is swimming with these words…or it might be tea, I’m not sure.