Sunday, June 27, 2010


Nothing gentle about it
Some assholes
Piercing the witching hour
One fatal fall below my window
I listen up once they leave
The land
Silent out to the freeway whispers

An accident may be
What I'm asking for
As I watch secrets hover
Beaming through the dark
Swelling and dropping
Off the face
Of a rearview mirror

1 comment:

  1. i really enjoyed this. it flowed together really beautifully. the words you chose to use (piercing, witching our, freeway whispers, hover, beaming, swelling..ect) are all very enticing, mysterious.