not exceptional.
just wearing fingers to bone.
daily bloodletting.
Archives for December 2012
smelling salts
how do you smell, blue?
of rain and woods and gray skies?
or blue birds chirping?
spend it all
to recoil from life
is to remain infantile.
live to die all spent.
die cast
back in a coffin.
your dust circled by tree rings.
never die again.
crooked lies
bent arrows don’t fly.
from the corner of my eye.
barbed tongue grazes heart.
loaded barrow
thin wheelbarrow men.
picking up loads for others.
who helps with your load?