Saturday, July 27, 2013
Monday, July 15, 2013
Sunday, July 07, 2013
Poem: "Play The Hits"
Like a blossom pressed in the leaves of
a volume, locks pinched tenderly. Or
tymbals crashing, foraging for scars -
such concessions to vanity: that sort
of perspective. You'd have to be read in.
a volume, locks pinched tenderly. Or
tymbals crashing, foraging for scars -
such concessions to vanity: that sort
of perspective. You'd have to be read in.