In the grass..

In the grass..

A Chapter by Jim W White

Snakes 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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great write :)

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Jim W White
Jim W White

Ghettosville, UK, United Kingdom



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