Monday, 8. October 2007
Waking Hazards
En route to an airport,
From over a high drawbridge,
signs visible through redness:
"Stop the killings now. Budweiser, born on 10 8 2007." And others promising heaven. In the distance a fluorescent seaport before dawn glowing like a Nazi death camp.
It is in this state of bruised sleep That my body quivers for you, Adrienne, Like a dog dreaming about hares It will never catch.
My Poems
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