Bedside table, tulipwood, slightly bloodstained, no key to secret drawer:
2 books (The Eunuch of Stamboul and A Sock on the Jaw by Brass Williams)
Small brandy glass (empty)
Unopened letter (Inland Revenue)
Burt's Bees Hand Salve
A porcelain piglet
Perpetual calendar (stuck on 6 March 2007)
An emerald bracelet, a tiger's eye ring, a black diamond cuff
Minor pharmacopeia: Codeine, Luminol, Xanax, Klonopin
Photo of Guy Lux in silver frame
A hideous and frightening confection indeed. The drawer, however, hides grimmer secrets and speaks of postcards from Climping, perished rubber and the state of my sinuses.
God bless you all.
I have decided to start writing poetry in a singular style. Rush over to Dr Maroon to see my first attempt which appears in the comment box of his most recent post. This is to be my new hobby.