Friday, April 15, 2011

Yellow Pagoda Skirt

Bright-yellow-early-morning shock, cascading from your sylphlike hips right down to skimming-the-ground. Forming four or five pagoda roofs in its wind-swept flow. Something sacrosanct must dwell under it, but (before I can stick around for an un-defiled duel) the demon driving behind blows his evil horn to move me along, and I can only think to write about you.


  1. Hmmm! God only knows what you saw. Next time don't just imagine, call... and to avoid the 'evil horn' you can park for some time... lol.

  2. hahahhahaha... i believe i was the "demon" behind you, didn't understand why you were cruising so slowly, if i had a hint i would have been more patient, so i could read the alternative ending to this piece... jk.

  3. Well written, this.

    @Nana Fredua, lol

  4. These sightings will soon be my reason for getting on a flight to Gh


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