Sunday, May 30, 2010

water bodies under currents cold

drip drops tight on top
water was just rain I thought
until we swam still

Monday, May 3, 2010

to draw breath and use it

scream out at the black
the light needs help in risin'
so wrap tight your ghost

new wetlands for ages

over clay-fold fields
red river never knew green
so blue made its bed