Little spirit under foot,
In sole, rut-stuck,
Out of control and
Dragged from where I leave and go,
Keeps calling, calling,
“home now, love.”
Taping ashes raining past
Stuck red lipped fringe
On bourbon glass
Stains deeply, deeply,
Heart heavy hunger
For the past.
Frankly, I think I’m still dying.
JN
again?
(via 1969ad)
…creepy
Mini-Victorian Baller
David Cottingham’s 1956 Ferrari 500 TRC Testa Rossa No.40
Nikon D90 - 2011 Silverstone Classic - Photo: Dave Rook
French style in LA
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