To be on form is to be sensationalised.
To be on form is not to be real.
To be on form makes no
sense of any kind of
nonsensical
nonsense
and is – in a sense –
completely and utterly
senseless. And, no, I am not just
a someone – a someone striving to be a
something of a sensation. I am, simply – the sought-
after sum of my senses.
Scented, sensible –
and, sensual.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019
Image by Efes Kitap from Pixabay
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Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.
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