this light
with some lipstick
join my evening
its a blood race we're in
no steering into use
used were my glimpses
now hear
I can whisper of a blue blanket
golden teeth glittering
like a safe sound swirling
from that other end of the world
or is it a hole, that place was a dark memory now
even smells gone.
however,
still hear, resting winds will visit
bread crumbles can make love, so look up
one two , home
how many more, blue
are you demanding no more
who drives this , how was it:
"breaks like a muddy dirt-gold bride"
like tiny bird landing in a full green leaf
singing "hooooome" or " tralala"
only,
shadows fall and take away the winds
colors killed and snapped in the mid
backbones will kiss the keel,
the final bow, white flash
what a blow, taken with grace.
white sheet #1005