Thursday, June 13, 2013

Footsteps Of The Earth Whale Comments

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At dusk my sweet faces cook on blood-shot shores,
the trees swing and are boys and are thirsty like I am.

Thunder and the lamp of other language
follows the scented harvest of a disabled shadow.
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John Courtney
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Brian Jani 09 June 2014

A very Interesting poem.

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