Good reads

I must be good and read all the stuff ,in my good moments and moral- bound or in a quid pro quo of mutual backs .That is when someone feeds my kickass stuff with his promises of eyes and fingers.

I have promises to keep but no miles. All I ask is can I do with a touch of breeze and blow wintry breath gently on them?

The pages crackle ,open and shut , their fonts unfold, pages down and across, their letters making ant-lines to holes ,holes already filled with my stories .

There are no more holes down there.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s