Jan 2017
I am olive-grey churn
knocking the shores
out cold
on this crisp
morning without rise
sunblockblur of clouds
air arrests
and ushers
me back
like morgue A/C
on blast
knocking the shores
out cold
on this crisp
morning without rise
sunblockblur of clouds
air arrests
and ushers
me back
like morgue A/C
on blast
