Tousled brambles in a plover grey summer.
Pick squish suck. Pick squish suck.
Learning longhand in a buttoned-down scowl.
Squiggle line squiggle. Scrawl scratch scrawl.
The big hand dithering on the station master’s clock.
Tock tears tick. Tick tears tock.
There’s not much to Me. E for Ernest. Just a dot.
Dot Dot Dot
Tapping out a sea shanty on the ship’s bucking deck.
Heel toe heel. Kick skip kick.
The blast and the skew and the swamp and the sink
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