chirps, moans, whistles
I open my mouth and a sound comes out
Friday, May 30, 2008
Somnial roads (I did it myyyyy wayyyyy)
Square-cut niches, shelves in clay
Dusty window, cobwebbed, gray
In passages I traveled by myself at night
To get there my own underground way
(underground chambers now fallen in
or closed off by spiders
you can’t go that way again)
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment