Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Grapefruits and Ghosts

Grapefruits and ghosts.

Radiohead and Pavarotti.

Ambulances pass by.

Ave Maria.


One day God. One day Dog.

Inside a rose bush.

Bleeding and beautiful.

Two shades of red. 


Your image is sex.

Walking, smoldering. 

Summer in Oxford.

Sweat beads on your skin, the rosary.


"Are you ok?"

She asked her husband,

Who had fallen into a ditch.

A few yards ahead.


"Prayer is a confusing idea.

So is nothingness.

So is you and me." 

"Excuse me?" she asked.


Another ambulance. 

Hail Mary...

It's hot.

Radiohead emotes.  


wkm

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