8/30/19

These Fallen Scenes


Giraffes tolerating nothing.
La Juan in 82.

A safari in here.
A stampede.

If only the zebras would move along.
Graze in another field.

Find another plain.
Our drive is solitary.

The air is thin.
Not as thick and heavy.

The romance dresses.
Like a tease.

Red hats and lace.
These fallen scenes.

Like Nothing

  Like eating cardboard for days. Like heavy air full of silence. Like a sharp edge of ice. Like a suit hung up in a bag. Like a drooping an...