real (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
Stephen Atkinson on My Poetic Soul
2 hours ago
Telboy on Complete Stranger
9 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on Jealousy
9 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on Just in Time
9 hours ago
Martin Peacock on SONNET: REALIST, OR CYNIC (DEVIL'S ADVOCATE)
9 hours ago
M.C. Newberry on Time is a flat circle
10 hours ago
Hélène on Omens and Homage (Ignorance, Manipulation, Control, Domination)
11 hours ago
Sarah-Kaye on Two Sexy Women
11 hours ago
David RL Moore on Apparently...
12 hours ago
David RL Moore on Omens and Homage (Ignorance, Manipulation, Control, Domination)
12 hours ago