12-17-2011, 01:53 AM
(12-17-2011, 01:36 AM)rbl Wrote: you dismiss all prominent apocalypse theories where saints prevail and shove the dining room in the closet.another spit poem
I know your restlessness, the tangled scent of red. there's nothing heroic about this.
you're irresistible amongst flat tires, and the minutia of a daytime half-moon.
i like the title though am lost to it's meaning. the triplet; all i can do is take it as a personal short. the last line i love but i'd like to see the piece tied down to something i can know. at first, i thought with the red, we were on about periods. think is i do like it; i'd just like to see more of it and know why the spit is there.
thanks for the read.