the long winding road.
a destination ending.
a life still longed for.
Archives for May 2018
am i always
i don’t know myself.
not like i did in my youth.
who am i always?
winter feed
upon the green grass
a big bouncing brown bunny.
feeding on winter.
pyre writ
more behind the door
that’s hidden from the riff raff.
pirates of the tree.
night shift
the night is snoring.
i’m awake cursing his sleep.
sand in my red eyes.
smoke signals
blowing round smoke rings
through haze to infinity.
lost ability.