Wednesday, December 3, 2008

If I can wait.

I saw three ships come sailing in this morning the sky was a rosy red, not blood-red because that would would mean something's coming, something good, down the street on a beach under a tree tops white with frost on the ice queen's lips that the girl pressed on the horse's velvet nose because she understood the frizzled whip cream on strawberries so red almost blood-red which means something's coming

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I like the cyclical stream-of-consciousness style of this, but am not sure what it means.

BOO said...

pigeon flake makes me want to vomit.