The Mezunian

Accompanying music. Blues wash boughs but black still keeps in the kitchen ‘spite the lights toasting coffee donut creams; when bird portraits lost come ‘live, when the slumber cinemas play still, till they’re suddenly breached by scents o’ cinnamon & the neon digit 3. Walk across the sweating grass, through the chilly wind o’ glass— […]

I have a festering blister on the inside o’ my mouth… That wasn’t a metaphor. I truly do. & it hurts quite a lot, too. D’you know how to get rid o’ it, please?