the elf of propinquity

twirling in the soupy sludge at the pit of the ceramic stage,
this tiny divine fellow was spared, as he spelled out my future with a perfect synchronized barrage of back flips not only bringing to my attention his whereabouts but providing an insight into the great cornflake revolution in sector 9

moonwalking on the gift wrapped clouds of never never

we cant dance with no strings attached, the poultry kites are somewhat forbidden, yet so elegant in there own frequency , so as i drink from the rolling pin of naan, i spare a thought for everyones favourite life size action figure as he moonwalks to the flipside....