Thursday, March 15, 2007

dreamwheels




i drove my words over the dark borders,
upon the black tarmacadum of futile hope
like a vehicle bereft of wheels.
headlights grazing the sparse trees,
bats flitter fight into pinpoint light.
a broken shaft in the doomy ink.





1 Comments:

Blogger emily previn said...

Holy Shit!!
how could that happen??
AGAIN?!!?!??






..:#Conduje mi palabra con respecto a la frontera oscura, en la luz exacta#


I will be out of the darkness


Black [words]

the tree from a tree, beaten



it is accurate it is accurate to
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eat
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grass___________




{flying flutter ingly area}



it is not by the desire I lost

-Perhaps, it wrote Lantern

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