It's time you learn the power & history of Gold
Did he cross the dry Sierras
to shape a fable Paris?
How blue it is,
the end of hilltops.
The colonists are realtors,
with fuel pumps against the sun.
With a shade in the eye,
no thrones to weight
and poems to speak.
Darker than Vesuvius,
a dearth of Caruso.
Yes, there is something bothered in the air.
A tenor between rings of the ear,
whispers underfoot across windrows.
A pioneer only second to the lore.
A dusty fan circulated across the room from one end to the other. It’s been a while since Augustus put it to use, so he couldn’t blame the junk for its inability to remember its single duty. Arkansas hasn’t had a summer night like this since he was a child. He lay in his damp […]
So for now, I’m Switzerland. Impartial to the artificial sweetener, Wrapped in alliance, Presented with value, With a taste so sweet, But clever to sidestep. Uninterested in swinging knifes, Seemingly inconsequential, Covertly hiding ulterior motives, An expression so simple, But sharp against skin. Independent to the watch’s demand Waiting for the next tick, Seldomly reality, […]
I was lying in the sun, Near juniper shrubs and storybook villas. Not enough profit and pleasure in the telling of, The tapping of a cigarette, The brush of bare knees, A long draught of wine, Closing the shutters on balconies, With blinds made of lace at Angel’s Bay. Red watermelon hues. I’ve read […]
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