The almond-eyed nymph plucked the wailing child, from the criss-crossed clover and poppies, when the sun was tinged with bruises, simply because she had nothing better to do. |
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
a sentence
Sunday, December 16, 2012
(here) & then there
air, thick with wet
soggy, limp, leaves, twist,
twirl break free
brown, like toast,
veiny leaves, the lines criss
cross,
rivers to oceans
oceans separating
spaces
spaces
hotel in bejing
glaring orange,
sweet brandy, sharpens sight
smoothes outlines
until you’re all i see
he doesn't mind
the spaces between
and then it's just me
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