Feb 2017
i break out of me and go out of sight
its all echos of dead horses
you are the grass on the hillside
where i lie
apache colors lift off a lizards back
and come down to dress me
they fold my eyes closed and im
put away for awhile
into the earth
i grow there like a seed under you
its all echos of dead horses
you are the grass on the hillside
where i lie
apache colors lift off a lizards back
and come down to dress me
they fold my eyes closed and im
put away for awhile
into the earth
i grow there like a seed under you
Right after I wrote this and read it to a friend I saw a lizard pull the dead skin off of its tail and eat it. Now I would say the apache colors lifted off a lizards back and came down to dress me.
