handfuls of anvils for aches and spills,
rhythmically hammering advil pills,
bellows and coal
bourbon and skoal,
the loitering smoke a shill.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
faithplant
just whose breath have I been stealing?
and how to explain this feeling...
it's the mind reeling
as the heart dissolves through the ceiling;
it's kneeling,
at last believing,
arriving only as the spirit of god is leaving.
and how to explain this feeling...
it's the mind reeling
as the heart dissolves through the ceiling;
it's kneeling,
at last believing,
arriving only as the spirit of god is leaving.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
braincloud
the voices of the day
hoist and force their way
unbid
into my sea
and say:
are we new thoughts or memory
hoist and force their way
unbid
into my sea
and say:
are we new thoughts or memory
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The young man with the old eyes. He knows that the only real measure of man’s character in modern society is the level of self-control he ...
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handfuls of anvils for aches and spills, rhythmically hammering advil pills, bellows and coal bourbon and skoal, the loitering smoke a s...
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'perennial with the earth.' there is a dream of america. one that lives on in the hearts of its daughters and sons. despite bei...