Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Of Your Even More Infinitely Unmolested Shores Comments

Rating: 0.0

I am whispering the halftruths of my own obedience:
That I have slept the night underneath the nocturnal helicopters
Of a house near your house that was falling away
Like love letters dying like uneven petals in a game of she loves me
...
Read full text

Robert Rorabeck
COMMENTS
Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
Close
Error Success