© 2007 p. lor

 

 

water walks over sand
, spreading tiny legs over bone
& feather -
       fleeing at the smell of feet.

p. lor is a boy of seventeen. terms such as poet, bard, wordsmith, storyteller, pencil pusher, artist, clockwork toy &/c are all interchangeable, applicable & absolutely unnecessary. (barely) living & breathing the suburban mess of Maple, ON, he takes pleasure in oxygen theft, replacing air with words. he has recently lost the schematics to his life & the possibility of doing something exists (if minimally).