Saturday, November 28, 2009

Paint is icing

Young eyes saw poetry in peeling paint
older now
just reminds me of what I ain't
I see you through the window
Rippling flower ghost over the ground
Sunlight through wavey still water panes

Icy stiff sills barring me the gravy train

I pray This too shall come to pass
Cause it's awful dry words
Finding the bottom of my glass

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St. Augustine, Florida, United States
I spill ink ,it collects here.