Punitive Ghosts Like Steam-Driven Tennis Courts
Punitive ghosts like steam-driven tennis courts
haunt the apples in my nonexistent orchard.
I remember when there were just worms out there
and they danced in moonlit cores on warm September
nights.
źródło: Loading Mercury with a Pitchfork
o źródle i prawach
tekst z archiwum "american dust" (brautiganarchives.xyz); z tomu "Loading Mercury with a Pitchfork" (Simon and Schuster, 1976); wpis oznaczony w archiwum jako przedruk
11.06.2026