Monday, November 24, 2014

swans and sun-down, ripples

making calls out to


he he he he he he!

tread politely tip-toe
mostly by soul

here the law
a stretched plane

give into the dirt,

the dirt
is where i find

i'm searching
an us inside the body.

heaven knew.
she said this through the lagoon:

it's all on you
as i

do not count on you