Duck, Duck Down

Up gallows' way, we carved slices of pudding from rocks. We took gathered moss and stewing grass and put them in a jar for safe keeping balls. Balls took. Gravy took into balls like sweet relish. Pinstriped reunion of fear with 9-11 fear. Outbreaks of fear are not uncommon for the Tim general to encounter. Why do our longest voices take echoing pipettes' journeys to hard realization of father's first flesh tingle. Hedges are around bets and things are things contained, things usurped, and things we each have chosen, failed to create.