get there.
Submit
Submit
from my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
wire.one flies
off.
then
another.one is left,
then
it too
is gone.my typewriter is
tombstone
still.and I am
reduced to bird
watching.just thought I’d
let you
know,
fucker.
(Source: sharingpoetry)
(Source: octopus-ahoy)
Daytime fireworks…courtesy of Cai Gou-Qiang