trip |
A vision sits at the edge of the shore and ponders
the water beats against it and wears it down, almost to a drone's liking
The vision walks out to the ocean, loses itself in the swells, lets go
The w...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Jan 2007 20:34:00 GMT |
Rant |
A generation has housed my imagination for thirty years
I was born the wrong year
to be in an imaginationless society kills me
the war is to begin at dawn, with the oils to one side, pencils on t...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Jan 2007 20:25:00 GMT |
