Dust Storm from the tip of aires
unedited image; twisted lamb, my shitty 'poetry' from iphone
Saturated in ember mist.
Floating particles of fake tan.
A warm intense glow imprinting.
The sun is the moon reflecting an
unfamiliar iridescent blue.
The henleys in the valley drowning,
Trees outlining the distress of misty thick,
swaying heavily and birds heaving underwater.
Deadly romantic rantic fiendish breathing
(And these pigeons disorientated-ly landed on my head, cascading down by three, in the middle of the city, it was a natalie vodianova bird wing in hair and hairless cat in lap moment).