walking over lava lands / the ground heating from within / no one moves fast enough.
i try and help them to fly / pass hands through glass / breathe in the sea
still, what is too hot burns me
i am legs over head and no panties, oo wee
the only one left / they did it for aid / how clever to make me old / so her beauty can stay
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Friday, June 5, 2015
Island rock arch
I pass through rock arch
The foot at which all die
and bodies pile, river tongues lapping
At skin, pulls at clothes
I pass through rock arch
And the river is full of petals fallen and
Flowers floating away
transient leisure
(they sold the old home) luck told me you weren't completely honest about wanting to make sounds. i rustle through papers to find the dye. i find a letter of love from you i missed.
Thursday, May 28, 2015
Sunday, May 24, 2015
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