I don’t think they like you and your vainglorious principles.
in a verse that whispers rhymes and rhythms to itself
Originally posted on i tried to tell you:
I keep trying to push my words into you / even now I am writing you…
on a back porch in a magic valley
a moment with chocolates and a single barrel
Life can be so Nabokov
Tears of amber frozen safe our heart’s a treasury
tikis and nazis, hoodies, burkas, Bannon’s canons, on both sides?