a similar map
in different topography.
the forests darker.
Archives for August 2015
slice of time
flesh to the metal.
the squashed sack of skin and bones.
fragile cradles life.
fathom the atom
a yawn for wisdom.
inhale the thoughts of others
trapped in small atoms.
shrugging for nothing
upon my shoulders
boulders keep piling higher.
shrugging doesn’t help.
three sheets
the crumpled body
lying like unlaundered sheets.
stiff with too much starch.
loose living
time slipping away
mercurial man in my hand.
hold to it looser.