Death at Conception
a patterned well-worn rut
verses and musings of j stoeckmann, all rights reserved.
a patterned well-worn rut
to the cobbled cortex of my masses
the wind through the pines
of a life
Saving hearts for steps we might retrace
Quietly effective, just Ostentatious artificiality not Minds are at your beck and call You may nurture them to grow Or
some orange creature
Respect Tex, an honest to god real life in-law, and this is his honest to god real name, used
god did the Spanish moss melt into this entrancing glow, the red lizards trying