An Ongoing Exploration of West Texas Wickidity, and its horrid impact on a Girl Named Lulu
Thursday, February 23, 2017
Thursday, February 2, 2017
Just a Banishing
The erasure of one thing can create space for another. Sugarland beckons, sweet home, where the topiary deer and the piƱata antelope roam. Cotton candy tumbleweeds blow upon the incense breezes. Kubla's laugh heard on far has spurred prophesy. And with it, some dread. Do not worry. The clowns with flashing eyes, floating hair, this is carnival land. Banish dread and do inversions. Stretch.
Pan-gyric
Think of how snappy spring will be.
Apple blossom Washington and the
Iris bloom, Many Waters way.
Wild and wyrd to wood and panic.
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