used to tease the garden
champagne whims it was
between rungs in a ladder
eyes flutter gumboots mutter
seasons freeze in that valley
crisp and awkward
sweet eyes
between tines in a fork, half a small forest, a bible beard and a teenage shudder
found a way away from the rust
any trace of untapped gold dust
popsickle longing
eelspear prongs
seduce the world
down near the river, the drive into nowhere, provincial
Somewhere something had to be seasoned
with a nice tad of fame
Just foreign enough to give a man a reason
not to look the same
Spurn a new fad as it goes and hopes it came
That hits it home, father´s brimstone christian shame
work ethic hands, interrogator mouth
play twice the fad game
trends, goss and wealth
Misfitting those younger years
peering out from six eyes and three sisters
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário