Jumping at fleas
This could be part one, or maybe it's finished...
Around mid afternoon of another day I found myself sinking and struggling for my voice again and jumping at fleas around the boundaries when the milkman came by with a bunch of flowers and surprised me.
Well the piper must be paid I suppose, so I jumped into bed with him and got a free bottle of milk.
Afterwards I went for a walk in the park.
The very next day a neighbour came and said they’d seen me as they were sitting on a bench after they couldn’t go any further.
I didn’t say very much at this, and after a while they went away again, and I went back to jumping at fleas, and forgot everything I was thinking of as I was staying alive minute by minute.
The remnants of all my prisoners I was keeping for a rainy day were beating the bars to escape with a thousand questions that wouldn’t stop, until I put my foot down and told them all to go back to sleep.
But the prisoners were bad and wouldn’t let me sleep until I’d turned fifteen forever in all my troubles.
I began really jumping at fleas then and scratched all over and looked to see if I was bleeding, and upon seeing nothing I just had to do deep breathing until the next train arrived to take me away.
It came too late of course and with not a lot of effortless time wasted it began to spread about the place as it came into the station and then got into my dreams and made me squint just like a frog-eyed rapscallion on the grape juice without a hope in hell.
Yeah, the blood is in my veins tonight and I have nothing to explain.
I forgot all about jumping at fleas and began grasping at straws for a long moment as I made up my mind to turn to another channel, and got to about half way when I knew I had to turn back.
But when I looked behind me I saw it was too far, and too dark, so I carried on, jumping at fleas and thinking: what wine was I drinking that could get me so far out? I’ll have to buy some more for sure, and carried on working behind the winter solace bar for nothing much and rubbing away at all my dreams.
I am not always here, but sometimes, I’m there; yep, that’s for sure; sometimes I’m there.
Now don’t go making me into a misanthrope here for saying this; I love you all, I really do, just don’t go getting too close, my space is all I own, and I don’t give it up easily.
Ah, those pesky fleas paid me no mind and just kept on biting.
Images from Pixabay
Join us @steemitbloggers
Animation By @zord189
Hi @wales,
Your post "Jumping at fleas" hast just been Resteemed !!! 🙂🙂🙂
You have Earned this service by following me.
😄😻😄 If you want's to stop me, Please Unfollow @tow-heed🙂🙂🙂
Thanks for the resteem
@wales I read your post yesterday and the new one today and I can’t make heads nor tails of it. You’re a mad bastard but I like your style . 😂😂. Your posts are the opposite of boring .
Thanks; I can't make head or tail of them either
Fleas can only jump so far.
Yes, and then they bite
if they get on you
There's millions over the allotment and that bite me whenever I go there
Fleas like bandits have to be dealt with on the spot. Or the odds of more problems increase.
Yes, I agree; but the story has nothing to do with fleas
I know ... oh my we got off point .. sorry
We are SO proud to have you as a member of our
FANTABULOUS @steemitbloggers family!
uvoted and resteemed!
❤ MWAH!!! ❤
interested in joining the Steemit Bloggers Community?
Thank you very much
Great content and nice overall.. it's a great thing you have this much of information with you.. appreciated
sometimes I surprise myself
Unusual read, lovely pics, I call them "Flea Taxis" but Jumping Fleas sounds good @wales
Thanks, whatever works, works for me
Hello @wales, thank you for sharing this creative work! We just stopped by to say that you've been upvoted by the @creativecrypto magazine. The Creative Crypto is all about art on the blockchain and learning from creatives like you. Looking forward to crossing paths again soon. Steem on!
Thank you very much