dig

before morning
dig
sun gets happy and very very hot
scale the wall fortunate feather
gently glide like a cloud
dream alot harder teardrop

vent me
ever so nautious

madam death
how is it your face so pale
so beautifully bright
peppered
not anymore than creamy
smile darling art
these snowflakes sold equivelant to elephant's tusks
dusk
yes! crow day lets find the hay!
the sky here paints ash
speak ghost face
tell me horrible problems
hauntings and much more a variety

hello my dream child
trophy of ivory statues
would've rotted
comfortably
Casper in a way

Reviews

[Edward Clay]

this is peppered with images - each one seems to spring and bound and truly compliment the feel and ideas of the poem!