Our thoughts
are the seed of our soul...
Orange bleeds to dreary inky dusk . . .
I haul leaded legs over a hill...
Water flows over me
Cleansing...
From wall to wall without space to breathe
we are cramped to fill each page...
Diet coke and Jacks
Really...
Oh mother gracious!
What is this...
In the patchwork land of green and gold
They walked where Chaucer's tales were told...
My retorts are bland,
like white rice...
Liquid
light brown sweetness...
Street lights create beacons
of rainbow light,the spectrum...
It's difficult
not to miss...
If your mother slapped you when you first lied,
you wouldnt pretend to this extent now...