( Texas seashell ) I've dreamed the dream backwards... the house and car and nuclear options stuffed inside of my waterless shell, the four year degree trumping a lifetime of truth howling above love’s storm, the dog and cat and two little brats picket fence and a parakeet for color, the crash of tainted waters beneath real-estate signs that litter the moon as war’s brush paints everything red © 2011 by mark prime
(The Weaver's Song)