Saturday, March 6, 2010

Part Deux: a poem




My eyes close to the sound of red in the rain

Mull, eyes dark: Stave the banished carcass full

The sun sparkles, and sprinkles not the rain

I see before me an incredible pull...

3 comments:

  1. Incredibly prolific language. Love the visual imagery of "red in the rain". Awesome.

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