please excuse the wobbly handwriting as I am
writing with my left hand. I severed an artery
in my right affecting an entry into my abode.
Me and Denise had been to a 'play your cards
right' at the Burnig Bush Church, and we'd
stopped a few going rotten.
Well to cut a long story short I couldn't find me
key. 'No problem' I thought and booted in the
lower door casing (which reminds me, put me
down for a door splice), but to no avail. So I
decided to straight aim the arm lock but alas
my aim was awry and i accidentaly panned
the window in, causing the aforementioned
lacerations.
An i staggered back blood spurting from my
wrist like water out of a whale's blowhole.
I watched it cascade down onto the torso
of a snowman that me son Everton had
started building but lost interest in (if that
aint an alegory for relaxed parenting then
I don't know what is)
And as the blood dripped aimlessley down
the mound of crushed and bonded snow I
was reminded of a giant ice-cream, the
blood being raspberry sauce an a dog
turd for a flake. And I thought 'this is art
proper art, real art, This aint no un-made
bed....they are a way of life in our house
...no this is real life' .
Anyway could you please send a glazier
round.
LOVE AND PEACE
BERNARD WILSON