Authorz: redbarchettadrive

. . Rain comes skipping down the cobblestone– The sun steals back the heat from the sky and shoves it back into its’ front pockets.…

. My elbows range don’t violate the pavement, as the imps’ ghost drank cannabis honey. My ramshackle’d vessel was tossed north toward port, the distressed…

. I’m one tissue shy of calamity, next to the last soul in humanity. I am one ounce of pride short of dignity, and one…

. It’s 4 a.m. A hotel bible is spreading the good news to a local wino, as dirty children of intimate strangers are playing –X…

. Your eye’s light shines like our moon, her moon… skipping stones upon the sea– although we’re just dancing between notions in this wild city…

. Thunderstorms and rainbows– a delicate rose in bloom: cool rain pools on brick and daffodils; no sunshine here to light my room. Red knee…

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. Naked children swimming within the moon’s womb. Thirst wraps their wrinkled flesh with blinding hues of confusion. Whispering thoughts of an ache for touch,…

Can you feel the rhythm rise, without ever leaving the ground? The bridges sway with every song that they play, and I can barely wait…

. Twilight soul cafe, stars slender root. –People sprouting eyes; moon ascends gardenwall– kissing every petal. Have we seen normal skies crying?– Tie your kite…

. She’ll wrap me in webs as planets are spun– Long, slender silver threads from cold moons hang to the apex of my apogee, smiles…

. Exposed to starlight, stripped bare by moonlight. It’s a conscious stream of those living the dream, unfolds me origamically with every beam. These tears…

. Of smooth stone and reason, on the blind battlefield of love; to kill rhyme out of season– naked hands inside a glove. Verbal bombs,…

. Quiet feet walk slow on the lamp-lit streets– Oblivious faces passing help to light the night. A darkened sea calls to me, please drop…

. She is like a watercolor in the rain, I just love to watch the colors run. She’s so full of life, so full of…

. ~Emily made a wish to fly just like the snow. Nobody told her she couldn’t, so she didn’t know. So, up, up, and away…

. From an opal sky came an open wind– from the quietude of corners then mainly to his changing expression. Leaves caught up in an…

. I am part soul, I’m here for her kiss. I grasp at her stars’ photosynthesis. My long lost Atlantis, a rose from dead seas.…

. I don’t dream of Aphrodite. My small muscles not too mighty. Who should tell me how I should feel? Winter days have feathers flighty.…

. Love is… the dream, like these clouds that I drift on. Love is… pure hope,– a white cloud saturation. Love is… cool rain I’m…