Another day

Terrible whys and all extra
fold with a midday breeze
in a garden of comfort
with ties I can muster.
Spirit and dark smoke
engulfs the rest.

Downtown corpses flow
over tramlines like starlings,
temptation hides behind glass,
above sidewalk cowboys
and prayers for rain,
over all man might be.





Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-06-18 at 23:27

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