Gus Caldwell

given over

Why I Always Need Something to Hide Behind

of all things most yielding

for every dreary morning, and the listless afternoon, with its skies like rhododendron

barely

city of resurrection

sigh louder scream goodbye

i wish it would go on forever

living with a knot in your stomach, always telling you: something's wrong

from the bleachers

For Every Dreary Morning, and the Listless Afternoon, with Its Skies Like Rhododendrons

heat lightning