sleeping in sanctuary
"There’s no such thing as autobiography, there’s only art and lies"
Friday, August 05, 2011
wheels
early in the morning
as i stretch my neck
round and round
lives of last nights' dreams
play in the forebrain
as a thousand tangled wheels
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment