be (Remove filter)
through a windshield (11-25-2023)
together
thru all the glue
filn history's glossy cracks
and all the pines
from wane to wax
we were(are, perhaps)
moonrise bent
lain with backs
pressed on tarmac
slid red, long
longer than we thought possible.
dream-licked heads
shattered and spread :
painted lines on painted lines
on
painted lines
down along this serpentine road.
without a motion ...
Saturday 25th November 2023 3:07 pm
Recent Comments
James R on Receding ties
21 minutes ago
James R on Receding ties
24 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Haiku for 2025 [No. 26. Palestine Inaction]
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Prince of Darkness, Dreamer True
3 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Girlhood
3 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Average
3 hours ago
Rolph David on Prince of Darkness, Dreamer True
3 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Receding ties
3 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Lines In The Dirt
3 hours ago
Rolph David on Average
4 hours ago