our new golden age idolatry
lets me hold the night in
the palm
the sweaty palm
of my hand
the high road is
hard to find
but we'll trace it through
the lemongrass
and the blacksand
the kind that will stick
to our palms
our sweaty palms
until we get to the promised
place
1 comment:
wow, I really do like this one. I'm serious and I don't give compliments for shits and giggles.
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