Thursday, September 13, 2012

Sedition and two other shorts

Someone with broken fingers
Held my hand under the bloody sky
My mind is under arrest now
Since every thought is seditious

So nice of the Neel Kurinjis
To remember to bloom
After 12 years
The blue mountain is happy

A black crow flew
Across the road
At the Richardson Crudas signal
With a bit of evening fog
In its beak

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