The shadow line fell bumpily
At the rising concrete ridge
Cut in a "Z" squished nearly flat
By the weight of a beating sun
The azure flowers hung just above
Peeking down to watch
As dark meandered slowly sure
To catch it in its hiding place
A nest of colour cut from stone
And shivering in the sun.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Counselling is a Lie
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Final Thoughts From an AGM You want to mess with me? I can take you down a notch Spill the beans I’ll spill your blood Tooth for tooth, splo...
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...
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