Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the shadow exclaimed a rocket sunday
invoked in the manner of a leftover negro
available balloons for a rebooted disease
you want them to just come rolling, the words
but other times you have to dig & lift & drag
it's like the earth is saying,
"Even if the fog comes you will still
be here for awhile so you might as well dig me.
Your grandfathers knew how. Every beginning is false,
is the standard procedure."

such is the medicine available
the load of loneliness never ceases
it is a gift of God

man cannot lift the curse of existence
and there are used car dealers everywhere
except antarctica

Rowing in the middle
and shocked by the iced beast
in the... standing before me
started eyes blocked in ice.

I think he might know me,
may know my name.

I remember a Christmas
that he gave me ice-skates.

sweet snowflakes on my eyelashes- rainbow prisims coming off the glaciers
sweetness