Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Boots

 
 
 
They are soldiers in rocket ships,
Spraying stories in Milky way,
They're prompts for poetry,
inspired by the spit of the king,
and by the smell of a solid girl,
when the sun hit the right place,
the tales of the world
are done on soles
in exquisite calligraphy.
 
 
 
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Friday, July 12, 2013

Thursday, February 14, 2013 My coffee loves me by Monkey Man

 
Not dead
Not dying
Just in hibernation
Waiting
Ever watching
For inspired heat
To raise the muse
From its frigid slumber

Watching
Waiting
For the heat
For the sign
For the muse
In its innocent coincidental form
 
 
 
 
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