Jameson's can't say no garborator post mortem (Remove filter)
off-yellow (02/17/2019)
gone days
of a whispered rack, lashed
against obsidian history
misunderstood.
these ropes weren't made to slip over my wrists
but that's what god invented nails for.
dawn days
breaking , split gut and glowsticks
cured ham and other salted relics :
tryptophobic abstracts
tiger traps to tiptoe over
the weight of legends heavier
than bruised absconding feet
colored nights
...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 2:56 pm
Recent Comments
Graham Sherwood on A Boy and His Boat Named Bill
27 minutes ago
David RL Moore on Words of Love
41 minutes ago
Tom Doolan on One Tear at a Time
1 hour ago
Nigel Astell on Synchronicities of life
2 hours ago
Nigel Astell on Happy Hours for the Edgeley Faithful Extended
2 hours ago
Tim Higbee on The Wind Whispers........
3 hours ago
Larisa Rzhepishevska on Celebrate St George's Day
3 hours ago
Tim Higbee on You
3 hours ago
Auracle on Shimmering Light
4 hours ago
Holden Moncrieff on Is it?
4 hours ago