wallyfives
ice splits and bones fall into the abyss lines of communication fade to yesterday
if it would have been true that that goodbye was it-it splintered time and me-fractal diamond mezzotint intermezzo-the superman earthquake and extract the lois lane time warp-does space crack
Scarves on the starving Celeste-she tore her dress and it drags in her slushed in steps.Spring again.
I am a lazy guy heade toward forty and have been an artist and poet all my life but have never applied myself and am trying to focus my a.d.d brain into a laser beam and create at last.
Wondered about wonder woman back in the day-She was my first crush-Glossy lips and raven hair and a lasso that made you tell the truth. Not a bad first archetype.
Summer seventies-clovers in the jar-holes poked in the tin sky
the sweet smell of that prison-how sad the drone now in retrospect.