December 2009
8 posts
little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like...
this is the garden:colours come and go,
frail azures fluttering from...
there is a here and
that here was a
town(and the town is
so aged the ocean...
the Noster was a ship of swank
(as gallant as they come)
until she hit a mine...
supposing i dreamed this)
only imagine,when day has thrilled
you are a house...
suppose
Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
young death sits in a...
spring omnipotent goddess Thou
dost stuff parks
with overgrown pimply...
speaking of love(of
which Who knows the
meaning;or how dreaming
becomes
if...