a blue mind walks over
green hills
turning
everything a cold
grey
a blue mind stares the
clock down,
with success,
until its ticks dull
down, infinitesimal
a blue mind rips
the pages of history
coming undone,
himself,
with the pages
Day: September 18, 2008
fancy head ticks
poetrywhen you shake after
a cold gang green
agent orange driven
frost bitten day of
joy in a rice paddy marsh
up to your neck
with your gun over your head
knowing whats coming
but avoiding the
cancer filled lungs
following days after
work like this?
we dont get paid enough
autumn is a bike ride
poetryat night when
the temperature is
low enough to finally
wear a sweatshirt
and you begin to
dissolve.
head cold
poetryMoments are phasing
Between hot and cold,
Pressure escaping
today eh. great day eh.
poetrytimes like these
lacking comfort
given up for adventure
standing up while riding
with the wind in your face
passing the crowd by
street lights aglow
parties but you dont partake
food and friends
thanksgiving
so worth the sacrifice
the sieve and the sand 