was there an eden
living in utopia?
or myopia?
Archives for September 2016
unfathomly deep
i’m going home now.
anger was red on your cheeks.
i a mute anchor.
abysmal
upon a slipstream.
a slippery slide, a dream.
hear tartarus scream.
journey men
three generations
it takes to get to their home.
the journey matters.
hazardous winds
the crook and blowhard
full of cheese and whining noise.
could a windbag win?
night light
shards of white sunlight
penetrating and quite bright.
slicing up the night.