Member since December 30, 2014 | 0 Readings |
Subscribed by Allan Puce
my heart is a honky tonk
good days are always ahead / it’s the old ones / that brake my knuckles / on the dead / the ones that leave / are the ones that linger longest …
on the last day of the rest of our lives
the skin hunger for you on me / is a slingshot into sunshine / our faces covered to god / our love a blank rhythm / in a cloudy silence / of…
blood in the water
i shrug off rust there is lust in my blood stream sweet marrow these narrow tomorrows relentless on my joints my figurative speech beaches whales…
brine and mist and fine foam
when i think of us i think of friction the minutia of / movement etching our corners smooth until there is no blood just the polished response of…
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