December 2010
1 post
Heather
Sarah is in her dressing gown and her Autumn sweater. Rachel has pine cones In her teeth. Even the dream itself has breasts Like low-lying clouds in a fat man’s Hands. The seasons, verily, will never end. Get up and go out into the field, my boy, Where the girls are standing Among the artworks. Your heart Shall never be golden. Your blonde hair shall never rise up From the sea. Hear me,...