The air today is like that Navajo
cracking on the concrete.
His look from a fire's gut
His plush turbine sags
grey with chapels in the red-rhymed snow
Says:
paint me an orange pillow
sing me an eagle to sweat on
turn my head into a dash
fading like the fog
2 comments:
this is one of those poems that needs to be read in lorens voice
i can hear it now
{harp music day dream}:
"grey with chapels in the red-rhymed snow!"
turn my head into a dash is a scary weird and funny thought..i like it
fire and plush turbine pair well together,
like peanut butter and jelly, or lesbians
they like to just...you know...scissor...
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