Sunday, March 29, 2015

bio - morphic imprimatur
 cascading by hatchet blows
    pinioned and streaked
     callused palms and palm hearts
we settled for less
  the sky was the same
we hitchhiked or
  walked
     we smoked cigarettes and
 played cards
there was a life worth living
  out there somewhere
in the meantime
  we told jokes
   and watched tv