<$BlogRSDURL$>

The Nacreous Oughts

02 February 2012


     24.
my heart the only labyrinth
that loses ev'ryone
black wall feathery
like the edge of a fog-bank
warning lights that warn
not specifying what
winter sunshine
five minutes to midnight
man on a high crane
bobbing next to the broke stoplight


Labels:

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?