1900.a historical apple orchard

September 30, 2012 § Leave a comment

and in this foothill we bring an ancient flower to our lips
it’s new england that we eat of

1899.smoke hope

September 30, 2012 § Leave a comment

my ignorance is not killing me
what you’re willed to do and what you do willingly

1898.the darkness of country

September 29, 2012 § Leave a comment

these stubborn bridges
to my house like a less willful felled tree

1897.the treehouse

September 29, 2012 § Leave a comment

it’s the patch of light and open grass seen through the trees
that lie just after the field which neighbors the road where i want to be

1896.an illogical wood grain

September 28, 2012 § Leave a comment

stacked like tragic rat traps in the backs of our minds
you go through it with an open eye and see what the other finds

1895.empty shelves

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to clear 10 years of filth into insouciant plastic bags
it had a purpose, but what worthless feelings have i

1894.a seatbelted temporary kingdom

September 27, 2012 § Leave a comment

seriousness is given when knowledge of power is awarded
and so it’s round and round in a car whose tires do not spin

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