the

rain

bleeds

purple

& hue

of deep

blue mud-

drowned

leaves crushed

gold under mind

I wake early walk

out of dreams

of snow before

the sun has a

chance to rise 

poem

pauline

tomwalmsleysblog:

paul
ine jesus christ pa
uline the
y do
nt die in the fuck
ing movies the
yre all tub
es and be
eps an
d an agony of no
n sequiturs but so
on eyes flu
tter an
d the
y croak out a no
ise every
body go
es nuts oh thank God you
re alive! jesus christ paul
ine you
ve be
en in movies can
t you please just open you
r eyes?