InkBoy's blog: "CemetarySoundPoetry"

Blankets

Titan's of snow flakes 
swell at the crest of my feet

and I

am
torn

This empty beach feels like
Rehab
and
the

tides icy abortion of the Sun

tells me
things might be different
this spring

Closing my winter

addicted
eyes

I exhale frost bitten flowers and
resolutions to the Sky