orgami's Diaryland Diary

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beloved

haunted eyes
and hunted face
Ive dug graves
the roadside
faves
the dead dog
craves
no more his share

Ive seen the crying
moon in breaks of
summer rains
and torn cigarettes
the cinnamon picks

thumbtack cities
shinning like the backs
of beetles
each copper sun a sheild
to the death of summer
when the wind takes down
the curtian
when winter does her shopping

Ive watched constellations
in crooked arm of branch
collect
like qaurters for broken
hearts on late night bends

and how my heart does sigh
when the wind curls like
black rainbows and the windows
rattle thin as gnarled bones

how I think of you Babe
in the first snows
when the sun rises blood
red to the calling of the crows

12:27 p.m. - 2011-08-19

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