Tuesday, April 14, 2020

corona 15.



Such extraordinary light from Los Angeles in the shape of burnt angels and Kentucky in the shape of red eyed Jesus and from the mountain where the grapes and dogs lie side by side I don’t know who you are but I love you there is no poetry in me today I am a dry spigot on an elephant’s trunk a gold bee dying on the windowsill

6 Comments:

Blogger Ms. Moon said...

I love you.

April 14, 2020 at 5:26 PM  
Blogger Radish King said...

I love you too.

April 14, 2020 at 5:32 PM  
Blogger 37paddington said...

And yet you wrote poetry. Such a fine poem.

April 16, 2020 at 5:10 PM  
Blogger Radish King said...

I had to scratch it out on the wall. Each day is a marvel of dark and light. ❤️

April 16, 2020 at 6:30 PM  
Blogger Lulu LaBonne said...

we have been getting extraordinary light in Bristol - I think it's echoing over from you xxxoooxxx

April 17, 2020 at 2:47 PM  
Blogger Radish King said...

I love you Warrior Queen.

April 17, 2020 at 2:48 PM  

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