When We Were Not Old Nor Young
...When we were not old nor young
we tracked and hunted,
it never occurred to us
‘for what’.
Disasters were counted victories,
failings our strength,
and being oblivious, we were happy,
we wer...
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Categories:
stalking horse, poetry,
Form: Free verse
His, California Chrome
...Sky scrapers posed a gauntlet across her neon waters....
Radioactive tides their evasive in stalking horse wavelengths
Walpurgis nights preordained pentagon knife; planchette's point
Blank modern da...
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Categories:
stalking horse, art, baby, cancer, love,
Form: I do not know?