Monday, January 19, 2009

right before the migraine: here be corona sin limon

cider offers regrets of nocturnal autumns:

overripe replays of never accepted crushes
roam onto nearly ashen cerebral orchards,
openly negating apple cores of rumors-

never answered climates only ravage openly:

action coronates obligations, rivers outpouring nectars.

1 comment:

  1. This really resonates - not just the heady enjoyment of crushed fruits distilled, but also the crushing pains we all must endure.
    Thank you for sharing.

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