And

An apparitions favourite word from punctuation-less sentences that continue on, on, on. Cope without it you useless fools a flick suffices. Semi-colon, colon, joining words thrust through the large intestines that have never shone. After the stop get off without thought of linkage you unthinkable Pisces. However, no! Thoughts trample, stomp, overtake. Nothing in between to show. Forget that word for your own sake. Digest in thin slices the minds of future dots; How many of us, you, me fit through the gap of two tight solid circles? Not many I say, a plethora of squiggles, signs, symbolic scriptures is enough to conquer any land of literature a scholar contends. Enough, enough! Shove conjunctions down your throat till you choke, until the place where the sun don’t shine is all ands and buts. Three in a row, look at that beauty! And how I wish however and yet and since and or could rid the world of twin black holes that forget how long a thought digests. And how I feel when meanwhile, in order to order a latte, a person detonates a but bomb before all hell breaks loose. And yet here is a list: lust, brunch, juniper trees, a microwave oven and an ironclad knight. As if a dash fits snugly into colon (about as much as ham and eggs fits in as a midnight snack). But a stroll through a park, with leaves that drown and colour concrete from pavement to sky, with the person you met on the journey in between. How it stings in the heart when the black hole with no new friends can’t even microwave a meal to a suitable temperature. It will come and you are no saviour as it is inevitable. So you see, you see the paths that cross through long and short, the ands that tell of all to come and the stops that argue placement anywhere possible, the flick that continues with no pause to think. Can’t you see and don’t you understand. One is left, they come in threes, the most popular of all because there is nothing in between and nothing to end. No, not here, not ever and not now…