Sunday, June 06, 2010

tunnel and funnel

the sun's gray loon. its purple ridge. the rippled wen. a shadow of wearing and beside the oriental mix the dusk rosing its sunset we ~yes to timber of forest. laminated wood and beside the would could factored to its dawn.

greasy back there at the oil of your ass. along the lodging forest guts of myrhh something there .. . animals and pated crowns, corniches to hide the brown a writer brooks her commercial to the transatlantic doom  ~

the sun's grey lion ~