SWELL
a wrack dream,
constellations
too misremembered
to be navigable—
tossed here,
an almost sleep
an almost sea,
in either case
waves covering.
Just a temporary man, who writes poetry and listens to too much noisy music. His hobbies include salivating about glaciers destroying civilization and the cultivation of facial hair. Additionally, he generally strives to make himself as useless as possible....follow the thread back...
SWELL
January 26th, 2010 by Zack
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