April 2010
1 post
lo siento
kilometer zero, the door of the sun, circling
with ice cream named after unfamiliar towns
forgot how to drive a stick
scraped our sides on toledo’s swords
sleepless hit the road again
man sits alone by the oil drums, smelling of fresh grass
down the hill from old churchyards
man in all green paces with dogs
there is a castle on the hill now
i didn’t mean to make you cry in the supermarket...
