Mud and Glory: "Of a wet and thunderous sodden Saturday they couldn’t put on any lights fifty-two years ago, there weren’t any to put on. It grew much darker and blacker in vilest intensity with coagulated punch-ups going oddly unnoticed due to the annoying and most profound darkness that at least cost nothing. The dark has always been on the house I think you’ll find. Dark and mud sponsored the game of life back then before the new artificial grass authorities put the kybosh on free thinking."
Welcome to the world of the late, great Barry Dickins. The poet laureate of Fitzroy.
posted by owlhouse at 07:40 PM on September 20, 2016
Very nice stuff, owlhouse. Thanks for sharing.
posted by Howard_T at 10:10 PM on September 20, 2016
A linguistic masterpiece but semantic nightmare. Thanks!
posted by billsaysthis at 12:24 PM on September 20, 2016