Cemetary Afterall
Terraced footsteps hills for wooden stairs cobbles arranged by someone slip slip into graves candles burning flowers wilting an empty […]
Terraced footsteps hills for wooden stairs cobbles arranged by someone slip slip into graves candles burning flowers wilting an empty […]
Oh Napoleon in your caskets why did you hafta mess it up? It’s not that i’ve reason to care here
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Drinking beers from Bruges to Paris “ah you like good beer” he says in halted words punching ticket in boxy
Si si si you’d say and disappear through a door me looking – finding you alight and aflitter anxious to
Red roofs falling cliff high into foaming waves the signs say no tractors or this way to ferries Old man
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Skin of bright olives, quizzical eyes reflection flashing on a bike with bread or books cold on rocky step ledge
We’ll die apart with secrets intact you winking to the end me twitching my nose an arboretum afternoon english bay
Mt. Neahkahnie overlooks Manzanita, Oregon. I climbed the mountain with watercolour and stationery in tow to write a letter for
Poem (scribbled): Mt Neahkahnie, 2004 Read Post »