Thursday, July 16, 2009

The Third Poem Of The Night Was For Her (Orleans LXXIX '91)

The third poem of the night was for her

Blast

I found my thrill on...

(Is it possible for a poet to have a blue period?)

Guitar solo
Leather Phoenix
Indian Summer
Leaves in the mail, this is my surroundings
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