some are empty husks.
less have strong moral mettle.
but i can’t find them.
Archives for October 2018
speck
and into the fog
the spectral cowboy dissolves.
and my hope with him.
lossy
recall november.
fireworks and the world wars.
memory and loss.
blues fuse
blues are on my shoes.
backbone slipping between hips.
sorry state of news.
ghouls and problems
in the acrid smoke
the ghouls come relentlessly.
life is a minefield.
synesthesia
is life easier
when everything is scaled gray.
color not feeling.