if i were rich man
would you still love me the best.
rags to your riches.
Archives for October 2014
swarthy straw
the grass on my face.
prickly as the thorns of rose.
the blade cuts a swath.
water bearers
the superhero
the children saw was kindness.
love bearing water.
misunderstood
skin soft as butter.
rouge blushed cheeks not from powder.
love a battlefield.
nulls and trolls
the beady red eyes
under the electric bridge
tell lies of demise.
shivers in time
between the seconds
live lives that cannot be seen.
ghost universes.