Smoking a cigarette when a goat appeared beside me.
Back home, a tear in the screen like a mouth
Of the paradise that was not.
A golden raintree holds in my mind
and on the surface of my sight
like a hand
Men who have never touched a whippet.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
paradise somewhere out there
Posted by ash at 12:35 AM
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