calling raven from dying corn

chadwick

well to add to the truth
mix fortune taste from overflowing pool
elaborate confusion the tortured owns self
running amuck the labyrinth of

here love counts moonshadows
sunshadowless the kiss of
again lovers
tomorrow spent in bed
the next day again and into the eve of

perhaps each one sweats telling of
then again maybe all the work orally four days of
and this the calling raven from dying corn row after row and as dusty
where the rusted tin roof farm house off in the distance lays against dirt well burnt
weed and grass all yellow and brown no rain the pleasant sky on strike

mysticweed

damn good wickweed

chadwick

mysticweed wrote:

damn good wickweed

wishin i had some wickweed




and thank you kindly

rollings

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