a liquid love,
like water that is taking shape
able to adjust
able to flow
able to evaporate into
clouds of ecstasy
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 7:24 PM UTC
That silently standing
heap of a temple
a body of earth, the mother
carved in the wind and rain
pelicans take flight,
the colors of the sky
like pastel banners
This formation of beauty
rises out of a placid saline pool
paired with a tiny blank
mesa to the south
a piece of land
that stretches wide
like dust covered wings
If you listen closely
the sound of small grey waves
lap the soft tan shoreline -
The sun is always there
high above
draping the hills in
a brilliant light fabric
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 12:35 PM UTC
a haunting song
rolls on through
pitch black night,
the lyrics are written in
the dying smile of a neon sign.
my silver lined city
shakes with a
dusty cough.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 2:57 AM UTC
