The False Jim Halse
No rhyme intended.
Friday, December 24, 2010
to a football field (v1.0)
wounded sun
succumbs.
found friends;
unusual allies.
those chosen
bleed our cries,
winged clouds
haloed halogen
peel the sky
off your skin
crack cans.
let in the night.
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