Poem: “They’re Rolling Out The Cannons”
They’re rolling out the cannons across the cold corrupted ground. My dreams are like twigs beneath their heavy hungry wheels. Dogs bark, the moon bleeds, wolves eat their young. The…
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Read More →I’m old and used and weathered now… my face the inevitable story… of staring down the seething sun… screaming at the silent stars… spitting at the face on the moon……
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