hangout /
in the moveable /
paradise /
tragedy //
here /
and there /
empty /
kitchen //
deep in trance /
wet den /
sopping to the face /
with marijuana //
mouths /
butter and cream /
sun shine grin /
moving down the street / //
rubies /
left behind /
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sorry mad Thursday
I think I've settled on this as the final draft for the first poem of the Red Floors manuscript.
1 comment:
if i could escape on my kitchen floors
mmm. maybe not something i really want to do. but i do want to read more
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