Rant of an Oilman’s Son My father is an oilman. I grew up in Texas, going out to the derricks with him. When I saw a puddle of that dark s...
Cocaine Hummingbird Eyes
Cocaine hummingbird eyes
Nibbling ten thousand glances
Each a fragment reflection of nothing
With minuscule edges so quietly sharp
Bleeding out the brain in legion lullaby
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