Coconut Slivers; upbeat life repeats it’s skull-dormant formation,however long that ever growing brain continues to expand,pardon the…
Trains, trains, trains of bloodRun on circle line Through my veins. Oh God!Drive the life of mine.
Dawn breaks on the fishing boats at Gloucester.
Callused hands with broken fingernails raise the mainsail. They pull and tug the rope until white canvas snaps in the breeze. A figure-eight knot keeps the shackles taut and the halyard just so. Ian…
skin on skin with the looming edge of tomorrow,
Indigo skin and mindOpen to intuitionDivine knowledgeIntrospectionPrecipitated by~