Poems from jaltamirano1
When god destroyed Sodom and Gomora
he told a handful of folks not to look back, lest they turn to a sculpture of salt.
I imagine the scene...
The answer to a thousand prayers
slipping and falling away
but I'm still here
and it's fools blood that I carry
The wise blood can't lift...
The only other place I can never return to hide to
Is in your arms, So long
I’m, I’m going away to...
Meet me anywhere else, don’t cry
Gone...
Stockholm was a ghost, he lived near the west end of the continent
where his soul rested,
although he did manage to visit places in books...
Up beyond
Anything real
The only thing
Left to deal with
Is everything falling down
Like amethyst
From the sky
Seal your arms
Hold them...