fingernails |
I'm protective of my past. to the point of secrecy.There are states of fantasy and states which have boundaries.Here is the line where I'm leftBut I still employ a universeWhich...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Oct 2008 05:41:00 GMT |
sails |
The boats in pair, like sandals of the wind rigged to keep dry in the sun. Spread out on the sand the colors of this lakeOpen in a blue decoy. And my shadow, a right angle,Where you cannot s...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Oct 2008 05:36:00 GMT |
clouds fire biscuits |
i've been sitting in front of a fire all day. i'm thinking about getting a plane ticket. This is a thought for an insane person when they have a life, a job, friends, nice place to stay. i don't know ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 May 2007 15:02:00 GMT |
poem--new not finished felt like posting something |
Dying tiger liliesmorning light,An orchardproducing rotten applesonly the deer feed on.Abandoned hives,the skin of a bearhit by a car.Her rusted out shantyWith a radiator.A skull placed perfectl...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Mar 2007 11:51:00 GMT |
