In the grass..A Chapter by Jim W WhiteSnakes where I can't see them.. Deities in the dust Red spot.. not a rifle could end this bliss Messed-up & reckless.. love for the land Where grasses bleed rivers.. cities piss poison and the sky Smiles fierce embrace for your skin
God bless this old elephant chain That rumbles us through a choked paradise
The scent of rusted, cracked survival Opens eyes inside me.. And I don't want to blink Not once in a million months like this © 2009 Jim W White |
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1 Review Added on August 31, 2009 Last Updated on October 13, 2009 AuthorJim W WhiteGhettosville, UK, United KingdomAboutImpulse to write is a madness.. sometimes subtle and stealthy.. a whisper in the mind's ear.. other times it's frenzied and chaotic.. a riot of imagination. I'm feverish, vertiginous.. climbing the .. more..Writing
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