sleeping in sanctuary
"There’s no such thing as autobiography, there’s only art and lies"
Friday, October 12, 2007
Like Gunpowder
Below a splotched sky
He needs tea like gunpowder
To hold against images
Lingering from last night's
Dreams like she lingers
In his consciousness
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment