Monday, April 25, 2016

Purple-Green Foggy Brine

Trace amounts of gypsum
Lying on a plate
Malady of mission
Beginning to collate
Until a blown out piston
Begins its sordid state
And no-one knows just when
The train is sleeping late
(But perhaps I'm wishing, never not to wait)


God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey

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