My hand dried into
creosote
yes
blackened and youngly blessed
Yawning valley furred in lichen barky skin
I heard the news
Oh everyone to the blues!
Blonde American lady
you have Carnelian in your teeth
join in the golden hurrahs
Huzzah!
Saffron buds and the larks of Gloucester
delving between the scimitars of grass and metal
Valium, hell yes
Books of yester-year arranged upon a stool outside their door
an old looking thing
yellowing pages
worn corners and faded text
delightful
1, a quid, a buck for a book
Pains-strolling-hills-rolling-grass-blowing-wick
like my back
strained from driving
me, car, her, the rotations of nature
tour de Carnelian coming chameleon over
greening roots of yew ember
Staying out in the cold after the sun has gone down,
after all it's what we do
the Northern British
in a mausoleum buried under Gloucester Cathedral
creosote
yes
blackened and youngly blessed
Yawning valley furred in lichen barky skin
I heard the news
Oh everyone to the blues!
Blonde American lady
you have Carnelian in your teeth
join in the golden hurrahs
Huzzah!
Saffron buds and the larks of Gloucester
delving between the scimitars of grass and metal
Valium, hell yes
Books of yester-year arranged upon a stool outside their door
an old looking thing
yellowing pages
worn corners and faded text
delightful
1, a quid, a buck for a book
Pains-strolling-hills-rolling-grass-blowing-wick
like my back
strained from driving
me, car, her, the rotations of nature
tour de Carnelian coming chameleon over
greening roots of yew ember
Staying out in the cold after the sun has gone down,
after all it's what we do
the Northern British
in a mausoleum buried under Gloucester Cathedral
sailorcandy:
hey how are you?x