Twins NaPoWriMo

Reckless November, snowflakes on tonguesnakes along the railroad, eagles in the wind.In the dust- a jive; the ghost of an old soul.Reckless night, the virgin prowls tenementsthe eagle and serpent are twins,eyes of clarity, beads of shadowthe spirit talks to self, to scales.Feathers in the sky. Snakes in the grass, crawl.

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WILFUL IN THE WILD

  Wilful in ways worrisome  like in the wilderness weaned, he was born of the breeze and bound from baby to be breathless  and when they caught him he said; ‘When I lay me down let the ground make of me what it wants, let the soil seek substance beneath my skin.’ Reckless in ruthless […]

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