. . .I want the powerful air from the deepest night

[pinkingspiders]

Ode to Walt Whitman

. . .(latter end of poem)

Man is able, if he wishes, to guide his desire
through a vein of coral or a heavenly naked body.
Tomorrow, loves will become stones, and Time
a breeze that drowses in the branches.

Comments

[getmehomefortea]

Dedos teñidos apuntan a la orilla de tu sueño, cuando el amigo come tu manzana con un leve sabor de gasolina y el sol canta por los ombligos de los muchachos que juegan bajo los puentes...

[crowdedthefloor]

you cannot just say "boo!" and retreat...
i got excited...
cos you wanted to play...
but then you dissapeared...
and i can't text message you back...

...BOO!