Troy Evans

please drunken villain!

torment yonder codpiece!

bestow vehemence, and thy bosom wilt slander melancholy dreams

and poison bawdy measure

sanctify your merry peasant, loathsome woman!

forswear mischance
beseech saucy grace

yield thus, and trifle no more in
idle jest

two cans of cola and a sunburn later, I’m still lost in Turkey.

A teddy bear falls of the back of a pram.

Is the toy lost?

Or is the toy ESCAPING.