| ARCHIVES | ABOUT | FACEBOOK Pony Payroll Bones talkin Greenspring Valley by Matthew PonY Bones Proctor This ain’t Daniel Boone Country. The blackout crickets still wrack havoc upon peace this Hallow’s Eve. Everything gets wet like blood. See those lanterns on tha old valley road floating through the air. They are going places and doing things. Looking for darker darkness. Big ole hole in the thunderstorm. The wind is all x-rays of laughter jilting through half dead evergreens. A swirl of leaves and the rain falls. Clouds just melt out ghost plasma . I am a survivor and you are also. All the rocks in Jones falls are just forgotten bones. .. Checkered violent history. I have once found continents in the hollow. Moths fly in/out my mouth. I still have all my teeth in my third decade. Is your mouth my mouth? Skeleton come arrive and tell me. I have arrived to save the dog swallowed by a piglet. Pardon the evidence. That stilts Your first impression Of anything.