Monthly Archives: March 2016

White is a color

    Cotton. Snow. The cat’s belly of soft down. Almost looking into the sun round. A paper to write upon. Lace round the edges of her panty. The distance between us at just some stupid golf event. All the forms … Continue reading

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Old hangovers

In the last hours the vodka has gone. A green lime lays limp with paled pith Leaching its last juices subliminally. Rounded ice pearls left for munching, You suckle them free of mirth, crushing Between the opaque molars in crunching. … Continue reading

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Here ..the colors

  The sand cast down and we its cover, Red runs away in crimson bleeding flow Loudly the hyena cries to celebrate death Kill as the one licks wounds of another. A different dusk the sand lies under cloud brothers … Continue reading

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Oooh, la la, lah

    Can we call it green under blue Dark to black but still green under White blue of nighting sky slow to call Itself another day dying and in doing Give in to cold of night in twilight’s Glimmer above … Continue reading

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