for Barry way out in space out so far that if a man went that far & came back to talk about it he’d be younger than his grandchildren …that far out in space a red giant implodes slow grey clouds rumble in gale-warning wind over the lens of Palomar but when the game isn’t [...]
From Billy Ralph & The Pizza Factory III
April 16th, 2008 bill vartnaw · No Comments
Tags: Poem of the Day · Volume 5 Issue 16