The Grace of the Flower

last man standing

void last gram,
that is the last thing I remember
she said, but it made no sense
or so I thought at the time,
the message of crows and ramblers,
kept repeating till I flipped off the switch,
then the blue light starting blinking
and the timer started

katy was too young for eternity,
she spoke of her adventures
like a hunter heading to the Dakotas for Hemingway

I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there
Charles Bukowski