upon my soft bones
i drape my ancestors’ flesh.
i am all i meat.
Archives for September 2018
spinning tops
exoplanets rock.
and perhaps they roll as well.
or spin giddily.
earth crypt
can we mine sadness?
how about burying it?
upending the earth.
pixie dust
the green winged angel
takes me on flights of fancy.
soaring sights and sounds.
musical soul
in the still dark night
the black bird silently sings.
i hear soul music.
spartan
the fighting for scraps.
the racing chariots roar.
this is not sparta.