Monday, April 29, 2013

Wha Hapnd

Was I thnk tme
snuck upon me
n then I was not
where’t all was
when my flames
licked the road
n clicked me out
o Ontario n down
th road n down
th wind n down
the minuets o
fingers foraging
so lite so lite
so soft th tissues
o  your yuth
n I so other thn
this man slantd
along th seems o
a sunbeam bent
ntil he smells only
erth n deth n brth.