Icicle Lagoon

Fox Kerry
Fox Kerry
Jul 26, 2017 · 1 min read

below the noise, acrack of mountains, frozen where cars don’t go,

i hear a memory, a thought down fountain, a place where childhood blows.

i listen for trout, envision cold whiskers, a time where the tacos were warm

a place where apes would jump at whispers, and fish wouldn’t despise their worm.

I turn cold pages and light up small engines, my breath it could crystal the moon

but that was all long before love went unmentioned, whence i moved to Icicle Lagoon.

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Fox Kerry

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If you paint for me even one thing which is true, perhaps I’ll be tempted to consider two. I tell tales poetically, someone else needs to set them to music.

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