Monday, October 15, 2007

Green

A creepy forest

morning dew on a spiderweb

on the edge of

an over grown field

a bent cacti

sower spikes

not the feeling of glory

but the hope of getting there

a ball of glowing light

the flash of sundown

a circle of mystery

the past

a smooth lime

an s shaped slither

a box of magic

Zipade Do Da in Disneyland

the gobland of the afternoon

Spidermans first enamy

the number 7

the stain on my jeans

the sound of a soccerball rolling through the grass

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