second-hand-syringe

Today I Am All That Is Dead I am this day with a petroleum-cloud Hanging on this ceiling and all the trees are dead. Except for that emerald chandelier, standing afar Those green leaves of shattered faces Placed on the willow tree is shining with a smile. The dead trees with their colored hearts covering the ground, An effortless blanket made with the maples and oaks, And the ash of this gray paradise. The dead who smile because they are alive, Their arms droop over the floor like green feathers Their leaves sparkle on the pavement While the willow-strings remain tangled in the wind. I am now a Dog fir that wears her pine need