back to the everyday drawingboard


there are elements in the draw

there are elements in the draw
soft skin sliding sideways
through fall out centers

time is a bottle of spiced honey
a rattling in winter's grass
a lethal sigh in the dark of I

rewarding ceremonials are in repeat
cautiousness is an acquired taste
a quiver a yearning a desperation

winter sand ticking rivers and ice
baleful intent rotting in plain view
there is a genetic consequence

I am the I that is you in I
it is getting dark
there must be more to the fire




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-12-15 at 21:31

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I am afraid that is all there is, which if you think about ii, it's really a lot. Vivid imagery!
Ashe :)
2015-12-15