they worry; wonder where - wonder where - they've gone leader to the silent prayer like a roach with poison. they still love, you carefully manufactured poison with love, but you must know you're an imagineer carrier of this art, this message this this this- you carried everything, in place not a scratch a dent… Continue reading re(turn) to an empty church
Tag: Mess
rose trimmer
roots in a field of buds horns with blood weep for their sisters until next spring the next bounce the next bloom
messy lap
these eyes will never fall from yours as we walk across moons walk across seas will swim towards land float through open trenches to your arms; frosting- level heads bang like coconuts
Saint's Muse 