the evening sky
returned the last star
to it's assigned cartesian
inclination
and the night calm of barn owls
sank talons of silence
into modern
noise
the
flame
in the pit
is having
the last
dream
of mesquite
it's
reading today's newspaper
from last week.
relaxed reeds catching spiders
and baseballs
all this
all this is dreaming
yellow
bruise hemp
swaying
over sand
dunes
backdrop for my wine glass.
deadline
tomorrow
oblivious
i could see god getting the job done. wearing house shoes.
he's bumping into things
but catching anything that falls
always always
been good at that
however weary
absolute Love
bottle of wine, breathing
won't tell a soul
by telegraph
when a light buzz
perfectly
encrypts a moment of clarity
and every little thing
about right now
is true
wild sage landing helicopters with glass blades
black smearing blue, jackson *******
with van gogh's soul,
brush
in the palm
of my
eye
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 6:56 PM UTC
the evening sky
returned the last star
to it's assigned cartesian
inclination
and the night calm of barn owls
sank talons of silence
into modern
noise
the
flame
in the pit
is having
the last
dream
of mesquite
it's
reading today's newspaper
from last week.
relaxed reeds catching spiders
and baseballs
all this
all this is dreaming
yellow
bruise hemp
swaying
over sand
dunes
backdrop for my wine glass.
deadline
tomorrow
oblivious
i could see god getting the job done. wearing house shoes.
he's bumping into things
but catching anything that falls
always always
been good at that
however weary
absolute Love
bottle of wine, breathing
won't tell a soul
by telegraph
when a light buzz
perfectly
encrypts a moment of clarity
and every little thing
about right now
is true
wild sage landing helicopters with glass blades
black smearing blue, jackson *******
with van gogh's soul,
brush
in the palm
of my
eye
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