June 13, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized Leave a comment Silicates in my Shoes I get silicates in my shoes Everytime I think of you Running on the dusky ember Of the beach On midsummer Against the walk Of the light Funtasia Called The Gelatonome Or ice-cream Gnome. Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...