Wednesday, August 17, 2011

as i lay dreaming



sedate me, daddy,
eight to the bar,
numb my guts
til my hair turns hoar frost white,
and my bones
melt into the street.



4 comments:

  1. Ah, Miss Iris. I see you're looking well and your desires are lighting my fires.

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  2. Wild photos. Wild poem

    Nothing sedate about them.

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  3. okatb-mission accomplished!

    kirk-let the wild rumpus begin! or continue...

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  4. The flaming oranges and red of the innards of the first photo remind me of the walls of some Colorado Plateau sandstone slot canyons.... lovely.

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