You are too winter and I am rising.
Lukewarm will not do,
I bid adieu to our I do.
You are a splinter I keep sanitizing.
Snowstorms will not do,
in this field of mildew.
I rid this flu,
It’s all I can do.
It's time you learn the power & history of Gold
The Feeding
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 home to die for
Things came to this home to die Built on a shaky-foundation near the 405 Earthquake-prone and landslide-endangered Each summer a construction project A retaining wall, erecting pylon A flat roof posed a threat to the collapsing rainstorm-struck ceiling Each winter came an animal to drink from the pool just to fall and drown Things came […]
I Was Lying in the Sun
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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