Our favorite disconnect is about how we hold our maps upside down and talk about the sales at Lord and Taylor
February 28, 2012 § Leave a comment
To unravel that vein in my temple
is all I can hope to yield in the year
of bad cash crop
stems moldy and seeds black
hands wet from the verge of frost.
Eyes get busy in the back of my hair
see through some dyed red, this brown dirt,
paint this land.
My lions roar with teeth of stars
Patience and Fortitude to pet in dreams,
I’ve got a city sleeping on its side
and a country under my head.
photo is 35mm holga, taken from top of mt. washington.