Poem By Joey Brohawn

You feel it coming
towing black bags across the yard
smell isnt there, only the complex
nothing of space and time compressed into vortexs and void for you to lose yourself
you do and let the waves crash
we are back in austria
and the hills are glorious and brightfull
smiling bags of wheat

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