Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Summing Up Our Marriage
A silkworm skin spreading its fissured indecision through
rain. The streets were loud with its relentless lacquer;
tensing its shy crossbow towards the breaking of Summer: a shot
caught in the curtains. The bed where a green music beat up its
solidly etched warnings waved in light. She slept as I washed up.
// posted by George Manka @ 5:03 PM 
