It'll disappear in a few days, but it's the first one in a while, so I thought I'd post it. I'll slowly be working on poems every day this month.
*poof*
Blood Blossoms What kind of blooms are these which linger into early winter survive so many nights of freezing temperature still thriving in...
Lots of great lines, Rusty, I especially liked "...600 years off the bow..." and "...the delicatessen in the waves..."
ReplyDeleteThis works. Big time. That image of the fired cannon and how it applies to this overall. And the word choices and how each builds to the next. His holy crown. Primordial like first sex. This wins, Rusty.
ReplyDeleteThanks gentlemen.
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