Fingerings

[occipudding]

kinda old:

Rust, cornered by bone,
  my rose breathes from the heart
A landscape of a plain and restless blue
I touch felt to canvas
And these wings fly only backwards,
  these wheels are too square
  Where is my inspiration?
The slow hand, feathered in the mess of an ugly duck
Disguised as a wolf, shrouded in sheepskin
     My soul is an abortion
     My fingers are weak

[samson simpson]

this dude writes Gems

[theshadeisatool]

He does, he does.

[occipudding]

many graciasses