Showing posts with label day sixteen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label day sixteen. Show all posts

3.22.2011

arbitrary punctuation

birthday balloon hangs
from the top bunk, drifting,
deflated mylar.

a growling engine.
we drive to the desert with
my feet on the dash.

ancient bindings and
worn pages tell their stories.
do not forget them.

you paint a picture
you're capturing an image
all in written words

choc'late mint wrappers
must always be refolded.
brothers teach me tricks.