Tuesday, March 15, 2011

286 – 290

yr my cloud break

my subtle earthquake

bright light and held tight


piers over calm calm

soft whispering of sand sand

cold hand in hand


the roof needs fixin'

says the rain to hire men

ants on dropped candy


gray skies, you old dog,

rheumy eyes and sooty coat

cloud breather, play dead


don't resist the knife

little tongue red sun balloon

a grilled cheese sammich


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