Big Room, 1948, by Andrew Wyeth
sPeNt
not suppose to be here
My day off
A Reprieve
Eyes turned inward
only to retract
An Invocation
to
Awaken
what did I miss?
Between the ears of corn
Between these rolling hills
the crickets 5 year plan
Rollicking in pitched Esctacy
Hell, the Banshee cries
wolf wails
the
Deep Within
spent
by The Blue August Moon
calling me home
~Chiccoreal~