segunda-feira, 23 de novembro de 2009

trapps'

Can you help
make me better?

Clouded mind jar
Never settles.

Hardened
Cant remember.

Glow around
The chest center.

Reflections of your magical powers.
Go Deep
Steady,
Upon murky oily waters.

So sorry handsome prince

To sail some thoughts like this.



t.flo 2009

sábado, 14 de novembro de 2009

rise´z

the morning leaves the stain
i can't think or move
until the time reaches the prime hour.
but now enough information has been gathered,
go away the crust and the walker.
pushing flat the leather bound book

"i might be able to make something of this"

but under but under, but under
but under the misture
rises up the greenling
uncurl unferl
"give me some respect"
LIFE it is born i say
and i want to know all the deeds.
on the otherside... tooo
so shaken hands
and free run skillz
it's keyeen.

-t.flo2009

domingo, 8 de novembro de 2009

drips's

Pulling can jump
Texture that I dip
Under once saying “stop”
Missed som spot
Of sound, which gave
Strong meaning
Toward organization
Renders solid blue
Lights flowing west
Airplanes geared for
Double breasted
Stick up, out the door
Having a sign
Reading the new york
Times with limitations I place
Our conversation is complete
Saturday is many planned
Items on the list

drip,

drip,

drip,



t.flo2009