torn labels

                 coal dreams smolder of
                 who stood
                 under th smoke

8 years old
a paper halo
a murder trial
smile                       loose tooth

espresso espresso crept me awake,
                 was you au
                  burn

some
straw summer
hair berry                           ( on her leg   where she doesn’t shave     too high

                 she had never even seen there
                 and i had already been there

tiny rays reflected
th future
on a gravel driveway

seasons & seasons passed   – th’end &

                electrical slit                  my bright rural riot
                of holiday shine

noisy drunk family
orange stars
too late jesus saw my
shadow stretch across bethlehem 

                (she is
hurt                           so low was th joy experience

and not to wind up in love
again and

open arms again thinks
why is always around

# posted by hardyf : 21:36