bak0ntrak2009
New member
a man
spoke softly
rarely
never painted pictures only
etchings; creeping
flaking soft
white space
slender, black loose
he never spilled
never toppled
what
was this man
what was it
made him
what hour
poured him forth
what pastel day
of which year molded
this man; cursed him
to place him among
hyenas
: : :
I like to think
that you like to think of me
sleeping or smiling
the ceiling fan whispers
to me
that you do
your letters
your pictures
scatter my desk
whether I read them
or not
they
spoke softly
rarely
never painted pictures only
etchings; creeping
flaking soft
white space
slender, black loose
he never spilled
never toppled
what
was this man
what was it
made him
what hour
poured him forth
what pastel day
of which year molded
this man; cursed him
to place him among
hyenas
: : :
I like to think
that you like to think of me
sleeping or smiling
the ceiling fan whispers
to me
that you do
your letters
your pictures
scatter my desk
whether I read them
or not
they