Sunday, September 28, 2014


warm in the october lights

awake w/o a moon

a home


crying for grass

my dirt and the rocks

to pond my soul

for the nights


a heart

with no name

but a label


in the plastic

old juice

for the chill


 

the 'ties

the runs

pals spinning aflight

and I afloat in leaps
 

to the shore

and my faits

my path to step

dry in the light

wet in aside
 

for here could be a line

here is a stop

o but on a flee