When there was a shock that abandoned a long, pale, sparkling comet's tail. It covers us. It makes the television pictures fluffy.
By bishnu prasad3 years ago in Poets
Out of each and every hundred individuals the individuals who generally know better: 52. Uncertain of each and every step:
This is the radiance of the brain, cold and planetary. The trees of the psyche are dark. Their sporadic branches, like broken arms illuminated by X-ray color, offset by longing.
How can one become the cojones to commend a Fudgsicle? I'll tell you, and won't start by referencing lattices forsooth.
fish remains express welcome to pork skin + arborio rice while castaway caraway puree returns home to take apart withered carrot
Tarrargon, would you say you are a wild hog? My companion, lemon zing, has not been that Thyme, Cognac, falooda glass noodle
even without the image you can see it. dean, black booted, bedroom-eyed hair coiffed into its iconic pompadour.
The Language of Residue From one grave to another, I convey my devotion to you. —Essex Hemphill where do you find
For we who inhabit the coastline remaining upon the steady edges of choice critical and alone for us who can't enjoy
Know what the nearly gone dandelion knows. Piece by piece The body petitions to God home. Its entire head a shroud, a breeze blown lady.
I put a creature on a creature which I put onto the creature I had proactively stacked on top of my most memorable creature and remained back
His blue guitar is lacquered so splendidly when he inclines a specific way into his tune I can see my head in my grasp.
