Teeth of Olympia

Stand down To the teeth Of Olympia Lay down Like you’re becking It’s call Wind down Feel the wind On your face You ain’t never Felt a force Like this Come on now And walk along Its hilly tastebuds Spectating its visage Take pictures Of its cavities Admire its plaque And bleeding gums Gaze outContinue reading “Teeth of Olympia”

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Central

Central Out on plains A wasteland Of painted dirt Of dirt roads Of pathways of dust And mountainous Track through the Teeth of cascadia A blackgull’s call Echoes from the top Of the hill’s peak When you peek over The edge To see A new landscape A different horizon Of paint Of dust Of aContinue reading “Central”

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