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 […]
A Compass paces in a chameleon depth,deep in a struggling cocoon,where its North is mercurial,and its fixation evolving in each flash.Reborn in each coordinate,it lacks a magnetic field. The needle twists and heaves,astray by its own stunted growth. The Compass is yet lost, curious,Why so gloomy, Butterfly? Wasn’t this cocoon your obsession? The metamorphosis not […]
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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