I can sleep in sunlight,
natural light,
but not artificial light.
no matter how an artificial day attempts to be
my body prefers the heavens radiation.
chicago poetry. poetry for a people. poetry for a moment. poetry to satiate the need. poetry of an american outlaw. poetry for the best words in their best order. poetry by Jhon Baker
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
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this sounds nice. a hammock in the sun.
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