in a dead town a blonde
pasted over plastic salad
we don’t want
to admit
we’ don’t want
here and now
bleached by long days
the feel of a dirt road
the broken fence
the yellow teeth of the locust
on the lawn
rusting
a cracked mountain
sinking
Tag Archives: town
In the morning you can reach out and see on the breeze in the mind the damp stone tightening straps keep him in place the pain in his cell the confession conversion meaningless at this point or the life by the sea rough stone grey the children I pushed through and lined up in the earth and the cliffs so beautiful lonely one time one town on the frontier barely built I can still smell new cut wood that simple home sun creeping through seams in the wall another sunny place warm weather sweet breeze always fetching writing down his many thoughts the wine was good
in your town the story sold in slivers coated with hard plastic
leaving the town of her arms
once known as brontosaurus
other animals 