St.Remy and The Skeptic
Punctured silencein a room
untouched by
light's fingertips
for at least
a streetlamp's slumber
He saw green
in glass bottles
And green on the rug
When he hit the floor
knees first right
before left
A mountain
reduced to
a house of cards
Poetry by Jack R. Schade
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Written on 2010-10-28 at 23:51
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