stone paper wool

postmen dressed as pigeons
a surplus of sea captains
rigging the result

you wantee buy old lope?

Tenez

between dusk and dawn, between two poles where the world begins to sag.

after a short nap, the umpire is struck a deft blow on the ear and cries out, less out of pain or grief than in the name of vague generalisations: the importance of good footwear, the ball’s newness every so many games, the sound of a racket lashing chain link fence, the plocking sound of vulcanised rubber on taut