"moreton" poems
I can't read all the books,
or be all the people,
or live all the lives.
But I can feel every tone,
shade and hue.
Fill my lungs with mountains,
and grass and skies.
Watch my life branch out like
a moreton bay fig.
Here comes lonely
and blue,
and I'll feel every tone,
and shade and hue.
There's no way out of my head,
so I'll devour the rain,
beautiful and annihilating,
full and terminal.
Every tone,
shade and hue.
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
Un rencor que no es nuestro
Un odio viejo
Delicado es el lazo
Entre hermanos
Un moreton
Una ambulancia
Yo de ti ya me olvide
Por un odio que no empese
Mi familia yo perdi
Por algo de que nunca fui
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC