brass ego low
cleansing through projections, dreams, orgasms, and crying
Monday, January 16, 2012
my heart's grown quiet,
a whisper staggering
observant and unseen
a pouch weighted
with shot and grief
suspended by rusted nail
hammered by weathered
wrought hands adding
tension to the sway.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment