It is with roses and locomotives (not to mention acrobats Spring electricity Coney Island the 4th of July the eyes of mice and Niagra Falls) that my "poems" are competing.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
You are a summer where I have no purpose
Catch the braided roses
A forest of radios
protects the energy blossom
that radiates august...
August: that was when I became an oracle
Ask me something important
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