walkabout can’t tell are our tracks no-one across welcome the hand held one else who has lost a butterfly’s turtle tear that fear a stranger many arm’d as those incidentally unharm’d what time a war crime
Monthly Archives: September 2013
Beads
Originally posted on Poesy plus Polemics:
sing the song that hurt him that stung his eyes like desiccant smoke from old burning tires tears turned into ashes he had to cry pieces a granular million discrete broken beads of a heat-tempered heart safe for this playground of immature knees you can crawl without care…
ashokan farewell waltz
Originally posted on blackglassmoon:
fiddle
Cycl’d Sheaf
where as an unquote columnar row’d a silence minus the surplus solid solar state less the turnover of stones in the wall’d market the farmers a brick house the masons’ drawl a short straw coarse hair as two coats
ayaladn 