I've been
getting
tired
since
1954
when my father was
born
since when
we would
begin
beginning
to eventually
end
and anyways
I don't have insomnia
but I do watch
wildly
with my lower spine
and whine
and refrigerate
my mind
and he there,
that one
looks into
my eyes
as if
I've been
kicking him
since he was
a child
and
keeps it
up
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
sweetly sifting first prose of winter
yonder mosey covered little feet
in snow yet simply for the future
you remark of freckled slates of white
we've bayoneted fall
and oncome the beards of ice
but dally, dally all you like my dear
we're shrink-wrapped in love
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 3:23 AM UTC