1. Parallel projection, Horizontal rejection: I lie Sideways on a muddy ridge-line Waiting for time to trip and fall. Come now: come, feed off me. I sit in the shower and wait to slide Down the throat of Time: I wait to be destroyed. 2. He leaves you behind as debris. […]
Tag: old. draft
The daisies, as the days go by, shed their delicate skin: their white satin dresses. Piece by piece, it falls, back to the dirty soil: a burial.
The stones by the river- where we once sat, and dipped our feet, in the cooling stream- have been dry for a while. It makes me wonder if you were a dream. Wrote a lot of poems during training. No access to a computer yet, so I’ll post them when I finally return home. Found […]
ugly stage 