From your bark, I was birthed; as the end of the world
As a shipwreck; sprouting a creaking child
Dripping blue, as a willow tree’s yolk veins
Coughing out knots; nettling the halos and seams
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Dead cigarettes, the ashes of dying
My old daddy, he’s gone away
Off to the moon with Apollo
To find someone to call baby
He said darling, be my honey pie
Get me through the winter time
Be the tree marrow, in my bone bark
Saw me down and make a bow
I’d tell you of my shivers
For a slice of whiskey pie
Then wear the brick walls
Ivy scarf, singing blue jay lies
My old daddy, he’s gone away
Off to the moon with Apollo
To find someone to call baby
He said darling, be my honey pie
Get me through the winter time
Be the tree marrow, in my bone bark
Saw me down and make a bow
I’d tell you of my shivers
For a slice of whiskey pie
Then wear the brick walls
Ivy scarf, singing blue jay lies
Sunday, January 23, 2011
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