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