jose said if i didnt post this he wouldnt be my friend so here is a poem i wrote about tircking for my poetry class lol Dub Green pastures stretching endlessly Swallowing the feet . Jogging In what seems to be slow motion. Commercial jets Fly past. Feet accelerate Until they glide just at the top of the grass. 3 feet from where they were planted. Hands grass. Feet grass. Hands air. Feet air. The world spins two whole rotations Feet grass. Hands air. The clouds were nowhere to be found today.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Apr 2014 15:27:09 +0000
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