summer poetry
smells like sausage
my scalp
roasting
top down
masochist
shine
full forward
farmboy
raising hell
fire and burn
'til ashes
the work of an artist
the metaphysics of
time
on earth
and how best to use it
wind
on a bike
then you put down your sword
and I put down my spear
and you put down your cross
and I put down my shield
reaching
and turning
two pinwheels
one then the other
2011
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