Drawn shades in the new castle morn
Feeling ache of laureth sulfate -
Bruised inside.
Cover me you awkward freckle
Paint me yellow, stargaze me
A brainflower - Iris - falls right out.
I love your soil and the way you bend
Evokes smell of gasoline - I miss you
I am only Van Gogh's bad ear.
1 comment:
Kyle, this is beautiful, especially the last 2 stanzas. Great control of language there. The first one is different somehow. Less concise, less striking. Hope all is well :)
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