listening to: "angel from montgomery" - john prine
years ago, outside of love, i
wrote a poem about a broken window
in my young heart, never thinking
that there would ever be
such a welcome doorway.
machinery.
-
i am driving this beast, with
joints and levers, fluids, bones.
we smash so easily, come
apart, leak, choke.
and what then, when the tackle
falls to pieces, ...
1 month ago
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