o man
you know just what to say:
but you are secretly yearning for time to howl
with wolves... careening from door to door in a pack... leaving blood stains behind you
with your wild tales...
nipping up my spine
rock hard silver lips can
feel the heat
flowing through mountain passes...
this pleasureful pain
aches for the
orange deer sweating warm rain...
in an inn of tall green grass...
anthony dimichele
long live the involution
About Me
- antoniozart
- i am a poet/artist` specializing in Mezzotint, Etching and other types of printmaking. i love nature and loathe what western civilization is doing to it. i am an outsider in a very real sense. i would rather drink gasoline than chit chat.
gorilla bones
for the coming extinctions
skeleton fish
the crown of creation
the last laugh
shhhhhhhhh!
a leg in the grass
let there be light!
yanomamo mojo
vallejo
the silver shadow
it is the pen that dreams
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