Thursday, April 5, 2012
Sticks, Twigs, Bits of String
image borrowed from tess kincaid
sticks, twigs, bits of string
Safe in a fortress built from
the skeletons of my meatless memories
Surrounded by the stories I have accumulated.
Protected by the escarpment of my wise investments.
Invisible to my enemies.
I no longer need shoes.
Posted over on his site Feel Free To Laugh