Words.

Are there no ends to the tricks you can make words perform?

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Storm Warning

draw something like a warning
on the sunrise
in the morning
washed up
the way waves do
on the shores of the mind
carrying shards of memory
like shells
and sharks' teeth
long since given up
Manufactured by circa

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