From a toothy graveyard,
words emerge like ghosts
And we seem so far away
from the earth's orbit
We are, all of us,
still children
Monday, February 14, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Can't stop listening
to UNKLE.
Also, I haven't written a poem that I was satisfied with in a while. Any prompt ideas anyone would like to throw at me?
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