Friday, April 21, 2017

Notebook Crackles: 2




Notebook Crackles: 2

Burning barrel night fire
a mile or two south...
a breakfast leftovers smell.

Love is more than longing
or turned corners.

The clock declares:
there's an inky rift in the cosmos.


A ghost Hound leaves a message on your phone:
Where I river-crossed, bucktoothed angels
are handing out store bought cookies.

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