Mauve block of US is
frozen butter on soft bread
it won’t spread smoothly.
Nelson’s wee brother
cries gravel tears, Why can’t I
be more like Nelson?
The countless that has
lain in you are poppies now
beyond the stained glass
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 1:26 AM UTC
Mauve block of US is
frozen butter on soft bread
it won’t spread smoothly.
Nelson’s wee brother
cries gravel tears, Why can’t I
be more like Nelson?
The countless that has
lain in you are poppies now
beyond the stained glass
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