dust and dirt my every entry
before life there was earth
darkest soil, planting pretense
potential coursing, gritty roots
rise up, son
i'll teach you to breathe
like the greening garden inhales
striking blue river roar
cold and contrast, engraving Eden
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Me
someday you will know me
you'll sing all my songs
you will gasp at the colors
of the tattoos
on my arms
you'll sing all my songs
you will gasp at the colors
of the tattoos
on my arms
Honeycomb
some words seep
down to the bones
they get past the walls
and the locks
and the stones
some words drip
like sap in the sun
oil on head
bright on the honeycomb
some words stick
the song's in my head
and the smile's on my face
when we talk on the phone
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