with his hair trigger
bullets bark and bite through flesh.
leaden hounds of hell.
Archives for June 2016
night oil
on the black ribbons
i slip through the midnight oil.
no more left to burn.
day dough
a schmear of gray
across the bread of my day.
i will go hungry.
tall tails
question mark tail
follows you on your travels.
what is the answer?
friendly conspirators
you conspire my friend
to believe conspiracies.
and that is your charm.
blue who
the bleached patch of sky
offers no glimmer of hope.
blue as my sad mood.