monotonous clown
somebody slipped molly some molly
Month: April 2018
hats
used to be sombreros married 10 gallons
roses and chains
all there is, is time
three notes
a silhouette of meaning
the pits
so i take down the last of the peaches
this quiet
high in the iron wood
Two
I look in the mirror Puzzled by what I can see It makes me reflect.
