Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Stare.

Forks
always
appear
when
you've a knife
in the
other hand.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Drums.

The lines are clearer
in the skin
these days.

I see grey
dusted folds,
loose
and relaxed
an illusion of rest.

But the beat is stronger.

Almost irresistible.





Wednesday, November 7, 2012

That old sentence
still rings true.