The clocks of flowers rise, it’s April
and yellow and these seconds are an autopsy
of this word,
           suddenly.


    — Bob Hicok, from “So I Know”

Posted by ahuntersheart
  










  1. callingtopeace reblogged this from the-final-sentence
  2. jupiterkids reblogged this from ahuntersheart
  3. jokeurl reblogged this from kathleenjoy
  4. thesaddestbitchinallofspectrum reblogged this from kathleenjoy
  5. raportert reblogged this from the-final-sentence
  6. atomized reblogged this from the-final-sentence
  7. springdelirium reblogged this from the-final-sentence
  8. babybirch reblogged this from kathleenjoy
  9. parumauctor reblogged this from word-digest
  10. takaakik reblogged this from word-digest
  11. word-digest reblogged this from ahuntersheart
  12. highwayaisle reblogged this from highwayaisle
  13. writersbloqinc reblogged this from the-final-sentence
  14. avibus-libri reblogged this from the-final-sentence
  15. kathleenjoy reblogged this from lprecordsthings and added:
    He put moisturizer the morning he shot thirty-three people. That stands out. The desire to be soft. I could tell the guy...
  16. dazzlingdianavera reblogged this from thesensualstarfish
  17. aequoris reblogged this from the-final-sentence
  18. semperaugustus reblogged this from ahuntersheart and added:
    “The clocks of flowers rise, it’s April and yellow and these seconds are an autopsy of this word, suddenly.” -Bob Hicok,...
  19. merrymadness reblogged this from growing-orbits
  20. areallthegiantsdead reblogged this from growing-orbits
  21. havesomehope7 reblogged this from growing-orbits