December 2011
8 posts
the idea.
noah’s flood destroyed his world.
we can each build our own arc.
apples,
celery,
puddin’
and pie.
wish i
never made
nobody
cry.
At the river, (the holy one).
The horseflies.
Alas, even heaven-on-earth is not perfect.
Got one.
He /she underestimated my willingness to smack myself in the forehead.
Swat, kill shot, flicked into river.
Moksa.
- 15 July 2011
