05/12/2014
resumption
so many goodbyes I've said
and had to say
until the world was gone
and I was nothing but my husk
carried by the wind
over the cliff
almost
until I made the world
my own
I am that I am
Subscrever:
Mensagens (Atom)
CANEÇAS
Superheated air streams in Through the driver-side window as I burn the car Across the blistering heat, exhuming Ian Curtis's Pompeian ...
-
erratic echoes of a swallow's cries faint and shrill, lost midget amid the persian blue vault of turquoise and gentian tiles, pool...
-
go and ride a thousand days, my clear-eyed messengers, scour all points of the compass and find me a glimpse of iridescence for shining...
-
single pidgeon in the distance of boundless grey suburban skies. sombreness dememoritised