the last blue skyprecipitation of memorythe rain falls, thoughts hit the groundand splash into fragmentshe held the sun oncehis grip was solidand exte..
Promisesshe was so Bull Shoalsin step,accentlazy eye worked hard to lovewe were in harmonynear the beer coolerof the restaurant as we sangAmerica song..
the glass evernow,the draftis something invadingthrough a slightly open windowthen,the draftwas something from one country invading anotherthrough a s..
Woolworth poetI don't use them ten-dollar words muchmostly the five-and-dime kinda little simpler in the headbut I write 'em as I feel 'emWhen I try t..