windrag : poetry : journal

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Month: April, 2015

uninsulated

spring night. old house creaks. cold seeps in through the floorboards, smelling of jasmine.

koan study

compare and contrast: stare into the flashlight, or shine it on the road?

rain-taste

crooked as it is what is it that keeps the spine as straight as it is?

e-flat

windy as this night ain’t no tellin’ who is there hot, oh man, it’s hot

nature

humans: we’re the rock- breakers. let’s own it, keep it simple, stick to it.