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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