like an albatross in a flooding piano - BY @TOMNORE
I will now roll up the night sky like a carpet and sell it to the highest bidder
My spirit animal is a snow-covered doll that has lain in a churchyard for a century, unseen.
Learned in the ways of ignorance
And now let's pause to remember those we have lost to quicksand this year
A black enfolding jungle of the mind
My timeline is full of skeletons. (Two. Two skeletons.)
Tread lightly upon this earth lest awaken ye the undergods
Professional staircase climbers.
A little machine that collects the raindrops hanging from telephone lines,
freezes them into hail,
and fires them at cats.
Stuff my skull with dove dander.
A sudden symphony of swans
Here is a look at the week's weather-
Tomorrow: Sunny.
Thursday: Some cloud cover.
Friday: A rumbling.
Saturday: Fire, screams.
Sunday: No
The snowflake suicide rates are high at this time of year.
I was just having a stroll on the horizon when the sun landed on my top hat!
It's heavier than it looks
In the dying light of your last match something horrible smiles.
[I feel I'm ununderstood.]
I have seen my future in the shapes on a ladybird's back
written by @TomNore
curated from twitter feed by @deja_raconte
#FeedPoetry is where I curate twitter timelines and arrange tweets into poems.