Thursday, February 23, 2012

Newt

swam with red underbellies
and dried upon the sun
toweled by the joy of nothing

tickling naked pores

swallowed redwood trees
and climbed upon the rocks
caressing quietly

tiptoeing across the moss
of unknown stages

we stomp upon the green of yesterday

Interjection!

I am enslaved in under three days of the sun circling my beaten bosom affection slapped me across my pretty face unexpectedly I have ...