2010

I found my poetry book from last year, here enjoy some terrible literature. 

All of the poems have heartbreak in them
All but one
His eyes are filled with fire
Follow us
He swims in the pale moonlight
The end is near.


With claws
and wings
The eagle will strike
no chance.
no love.


All the numbers end
All but one
the most beautiful one of all. 

alb.
xx