Saturday, April 9, 2011

Unwhole

Darkness clipped on the edges of a sharp moon
streaming leaves
slanting to the moon.
Wind dripping and twisting straight to the ground
rooftop cold and worn
climbed.

Drinking discussions down
like underage alcohol
Lips never forgetting their words.
Minds chewing and cussing
putrid thought
of less help,
Bitter and poisonous
and lingering.


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