look at
farm houses in the pink distance
i’m sick of grasping at straws
one light on one light off
deer or small cows in the foreground
look at
farm houses in the pink distance
i’m sick of grasping at straws
one light on one light off
deer or small cows in the foreground
Miranda: What happened?
Mrs. Doubtfire: He was quite fond of the drink.
Miranda: Ah…
Mrs. Doubtfire: ‘Twas the drink that killed him.
Miranda: How awful – he was an alcoholic?
Mrs. Doubtfire: No, he was hit by a Guinness truck…so it was quite literally the drink that killed him.
white daisies and morning glories as big as plates pushing through the floor boards of the weathered porch at my parents’ house
1.1
each time i ask
are we really going on with it?
this time
yes
we can’t go through it like that though
that’s going about it
all the wrong way
a carlight glimmers in the mush
reflection of a windmill
spinning very fast
in non-traditional shape of modern building’s window
how can the sun set so fast?
it must be heavy
in the sky