moles rising
here is the living and there is the plan, here is the moment and hence did I ran, did I […]
New Poem – Brake Language (yeah right)
Brake language with me garble, gargle garbage, garumph Hollah! Hi, hello from a far moon walk whispers steering, stayed long
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poetry journal 12 – 11 – 11
I am locked and found. shrouded, kept, my teeth gnaw air. my neck is stone. slurping familiar tea in new
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