Another mixed bag of older ones. I promise — no black licorice… mostly. On the other hand, there might be a few pieces of anisette-flavored chips in there. Sorry.
slipstream shift slideways mistward… shadow-walk hollow hills, hidden beaches her hand in mine
rust red rose transpose, turndown languishing lush lips listing side to side to side to - - stut-tut-tut-ter
shadow and memory
splintered in her head and
tin soldiers tattooed marching
over a rocky ledge
Originally posted on sceadugenga.com