a field of weeds and daisies,
where the heat and sweetness
rise together,
and the horizon is enough.
Monthly Archives: May 2014
Geodesic station
We would that it were not
But alas,
’tis bitter true.
Enemy goal in extra time
Oh it’ll drop.
It always does.
Roof sky open window
The God of blazing gaze
turned to the page where I should be.
In disbelief He peered through His glass,
and burned a hole in eternity.
Stilts
A man can stink in a lot of ways
But the worst way is the way
you don’t actually smell
Is that so?
Oh yeah? Well we slept twelve to a bed
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