We met.
We didn’t meet.
He’s in Australia.
He drinks white wine.
They make good wine in Australia now.
I drink red wine. I like full bodied.
He writes prose that makes my tendons echo.
I can’t hear him laugh.
He laughs often.
I sleep.
He’s slapping hands with mates at a pub.
I think about words, their tendons.
He writes poetry, it has tendons.
I have the tendency to not see. Like blindness.
We are too far
Away.
I will laugh
He will make me laugh
There’s sex.
On a keyboard
The comma is enforced.
end 10/30/2016
S. Darlington
What a great way to start a Monday morning ………. the Oxford Comma, playful, tantalising, mysterious, enigmatic, although I’m sure the ethereal Australian, all electrons and wifi, understands. Hope he’s not sitting in a pub somewhere while the rest of us are working, and planning some fictional kind of revenge.
I would expect that “fictional revenge” is the best kind. 🙂 And, would that be served cold?
I wouldn’t presume to know what’s in anyone’s mind, including my own, but hydrogen to helium fusion in the solar core runs at about 27 million degrees F so I’m going with cold ;).
Confusion over fusion provides allusion to collusion? Definitely cold.