knife in dead man’s chest
doesn’t open to treasure.
no pirate booty.
Archives for September 2014
both ways
the road is empty
though littered with shards and thorns.
my uphill both ways.
silent blisters
a hard day of night
blackens the mood and the thought.
the silence blisters.
spiky chains
rise of fad sadists.
navel gazers united.
iron spiked to the ground.
miles of smiles
all the children’s smiles
are worth more than miles of gold.
the abundant joy.
lungful of miles
the many hard miles.
ribbons of yellow and black.
pink heaving bellows.