Sunday, November 25, 2012

wind to bleach bone
snow packed into floating cloud
glimpse half illuminated moon
-your light poured over a dark rock-

creation of my mind
haunt me still


"let me tell you boy"
did you ever really have an idea?
my mind harbors rampaging children
in multitudes
kicking and screaming
running to their rooms
packing their things
and leaving into the night.
run away together
horde of the defiant and lost.