pulitzer prizeworthy, nineteen hundred and _________

by duncapher

in the greying winter light, under the ochre and cadmium watercolors, coated in tetra and baked at 375 degrees, the cat misses his mark and the raven lets out a whimper for his mother, or the bull with polyethylene eyes, eyes that pierce and turn gelatinous – well nevermind, it’s tea time, and the pub food is for the birds