FOOL’S GOLD
formulas decay—moon-ly,
absent an alchemist,
but we’re here:
in morning,
each morning,
all front-doors and facades,
to recalculate
the weight
of our leaden hearts.
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...
FOOL’S GOLD
July 4th, 2010 by Zack
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