Nine eyes ablaze.
doodling upon rooftops
springs the frail image to mind
of a goldenhairgirl
within sixty seconds the sky smears a stream of succumbing scuz over the soothing soil where i stand
and rest.
They weep for the speeding horses
sweeping their way past
wishful thought thinkers;
to saddle up for the ride of your lives and escape
from alba-très
how the aged dusty pillars come closing in
on the corny salesman
death of^ him
as withered william once wrote
i knew him well.
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