Jun 2014
lonely on the road
isolated, cracked asphalt
ground zero
Picking apart my skull
so my brain may expand
and breathe;
and fall into the heavy
vortex of my throat
where the universe
lumps itself
isolated, cracked asphalt
ground zero
Picking apart my skull
so my brain may expand
and breathe;
and fall into the heavy
vortex of my throat
where the universe
lumps itself
