Monday, June 22nd 2015
rust
doesn't inspire
trust
the summer of singing
sting's cold song
'let me, let me freeze again, to death'
I'm Jack's
total lack
of hunger
cold water
shouldn't be warmer
than my fingers
Sunday, June 21st 2015
in time for food
too late
to stay dry
inside the wooden shack
i try to imagine what it's like
to wait for a kill
forager's
geocache
workout
one drop
doesn't make
a rain
who brought him here?
because he couldn't
have managed on his own
i remember a time when
being a pedestrian wasn't
a life threatening experience