Words like rocks are hurled at me.
Buried
Concepts like lightening strikes, crack my head.
Split
An elastic tongue, with no thought, hooks itself.
Immobile
Two ears catch fire.
Peace
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 3:23 AM UTC
Rays
***** fingernails
coffee
sundress, sunhat
Sunday morning
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 4:44 AM UTC
Tangerine, green, white
and yellow
Pentagonal patterns
where stars meet sun
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 4:42 AM UTC
Tis better to have loved and lost
And lost
And lost
And lost
And lost
And lost
And lost
And lost
And lost
Than to have never loved at all???
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 4:16 AM UTC