Anselm

Here is a field tethered to a wall
The cards are no longer about direction
They never were
They slept under rocks, as salamanders splashed with fire
As as
We opened the baked potatoes and found teeth
It had been meditating in the field
We tethered an explanation to a wall
Things were under control
We gave the teeth to the children
Only they will know what to do

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s