[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Ice Cream For Crow[/alert_box] My eyes are burnt and bleeding and all that looks like a monkey on a silver bar … big poop hatch with a cotton hatch – hatch holes that the light shows in and the light shows out … and the little red fence … and the wire and the wood … and the barbs and the berries … and the tires and the bottles and the car up on rims … and the heat swims on its fenders and the dust collects and the rust of autumn surrenders into gold … trumpet poop on the groundRead More →