Internet Winds: The Deavereux

FROM THE PSYCHOGEOGRAPHIC SERIES:

Whos Colorado rush : The concrete sleep of Mr Pocket : view from the Deaveroux 

The geography and typography come out and far and slope and sing all at the same time. Purple mountains majesty for sure is what they ring from the bellows of Mr Pocket to the high tops of Norad. Clipped wings sing whimy and thyme laced with front yards of Spinach kale and grace. Mountain pine fresh wing tipped frozen pipes and cold nose kisses tip toe in the quiet to catch the sun rise, the moon fall, the geese land, and the stars shine heavens frenzy till the wrath of sins winds bend trees and throw the skies into ice pillows of Permanent dreams. Concrete sleep down IH25 and ice sheets steel duck and geese feet while we wait for our table, our sleep, our brunch, and Mr. Pocket in the Deaveroux with a cheese plate.