tom taylor

PUNCTURE WOUND

Flavor passionate lines their value
Like unforeseen waves of reindeer
Crossed his marks a’plenty affixed

Solitary mendicant, the way clear ahead
Sado-majestic. her root sacks stored in here
Protective dye withstanding all inquiru

New surface, alvato markus of the weeds,
Abierto sensatee of the heart’s lengthening
We gathered around the pitfires at the day

The horizon gathered into its moonlight
Here the long arrows pulse air again
First-aid cake and rice cream right now

Mental hate crimes on the front porch
The orphan at the gate has a name
Bordering on my own dreams

I’m pushing sunflower seeds in the ground
Just next to the buried pumpkin