I run naked under stormy skies
I feel the wet ground under my feet
Pulling me inwards, underground
I slide
Only my head is over grounds
I look upwards at the sky that turned red
It is coming down
Soon it will touch the land
And my head will be in between
The reality of the solid earth
And the illusions of moving red skies
I remain naked, surprisingly unimpressed
I feel the soil soaking my skin
Infiltrating the pores, making its way into my veins
Coloring my blood chocolate brown
The sky is moving closer, too close
I close my eyes and let go
I let the colored pills take lead
"pig correspondence", A New Collection of Poems
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Here at Lulu our Nickel Hole Press have just published *pig correspondence*,
a book of poems from a few years ago. This will be on Amazon in a few
weeks. ...
4 years ago
2 comments:
Be brave always!
if you can... you shouldn't rely on colored pills to color your world... there are plenty of colors out there.
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