1/4/13:
Glacial days draft thirsty hearts,
It is the nocturnal place and sweater weather that brew the explorations.
Lonely boys and heartsick girls starve.
Although somber temperatures never impinged me,
crown the Sagittarius.
Now cats, novels and vinyl trifle my mind like a cinema;
she is an indie movie entire,
but I am far from a formulated film.
We are not clockwork-
I am naive and she is valiant,
but she is already woven into me.
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The Sagittarius
PoetryThe Sagittarius is a chronological collection of poems I've written over the past year and a half that are all specific to one topic. Some are very brief and some are longer.
