A rolling stone gathers no moss; A rolling rock gathers no...

07 May 2011

Or ripe later

I see my religion
in damp spots on the pavement.
Hear my lamplight -- SHWIGGG
out every lightpost.

I believe in my fever
scalding hotter into the night
and never allowing
something small and lovely
to enter the picture.

Pain
is the new color of light
fresh at dawn, or ripe later.

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