Tuesday, March 17, 2015

6482. DYSPONESIS

DYSPONENSIS
Well then here I am in a shut-down cabin at the
river's edge. I use matches for light and that
light for guidance. A few Winter things are
just now waking up. I'm grieving, I'm grieving,
while I'm running, I'm running :  disposed to 
nothing and unsure of everything else. A willow
tree means water, yes, and a sucker bush means
what? How come no one calls a tarpaper shack
a tarpaper shack anymore?

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