Wednesday's Three Word Wednesday
The words over at Three Word Wednesday are errant, hanker and murky. Something in the way of social commentary.
Glutton
I am the shadow that crosses your mirror when you start to look away; I am the smoke, the errant vapor, which disappears when you turn your head slightly on murky street corners.
I am doubt, indecision. I feed on your fears, mistrust. And I hanker for more.
These days, it’s a banquet, a smorgasbord out there. So much fruit of the vine, the work of human frailty, that I am nearly stuffed.
Nearly.
See, a glutton’s work is never quite done – and you’ve all driven yourselves to a sweet ripeness that cannot be denied.
Glutton
I am the shadow that crosses your mirror when you start to look away; I am the smoke, the errant vapor, which disappears when you turn your head slightly on murky street corners.
I am doubt, indecision. I feed on your fears, mistrust. And I hanker for more.
These days, it’s a banquet, a smorgasbord out there. So much fruit of the vine, the work of human frailty, that I am nearly stuffed.
Nearly.
See, a glutton’s work is never quite done – and you’ve all driven yourselves to a sweet ripeness that cannot be denied.
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elbowing in, elbowing out
I am so full of fear lately and feel beyond frail..
enough to eat here for a year.
hauntingly good Thom!
Four words, Thom. Four words...
Want. Chap book. Now.
OK. Five words.
Please.
Thom, you are fantastically gifted. What the hell are you doing at your day job? I will pay for this stuff. Seriously. You are really, really freaking talented.
Sigh.
OK. Rant over. ish. But, really.
sigh.
It is always a pleasure to read your mind, encapsulated in ones and zeros. Errant thoughts fixed in murky e-space, making me more than hanker for more. The non-existence of a chapbook is a chancre in the murky soul of the world. And the glutton in me wants more; want's that sweet ripeness that cannot, and should not, be denied.
Tschuess,
Chris