fridge poetry
day and road are blue eternity
leaves shake spring from death and
you drive on through a delicate flood
light of summer
, ,,,,,,the winter is shadow
yes
,,,,,,, time is red
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, is read
recall the moment
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, a sad mad mist
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, a drunken purple sun
,,,,,,, my watch is fast behind
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, no rain
leaves shake spring from death and
you drive on through a delicate flood
light of summer
, ,,,,,,the winter is shadow
yes
,,,,,,, time is red
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, is read
recall the moment
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, a sad mad mist
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, a drunken purple sun
,,,,,,, my watch is fast behind
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, no rain
posted by tara at 8:50 am
1 Comments:
You rock.
All is says on the front of my fridge is "who drank the milk and didn't put the cap back on!?"
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