Thursday, March 24, 2011

Reverend.



Cloudy turbulence, berceuse coming
out of this lacquered beast, a roof.
Wanted me happy before the leave,
that bushy bearded sir. It's him.
fled my country at dawn calmly
still peculiar to me.


Posted by de vries at 2:48 AM

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