Tuesday, March 16, 2010

The Wailing Wall

slavk corners
ancient sues taackedi will geet there
thru awaly
alive alice huge dream mangled
my face alwats wants to latl of itself
getting smaller a grey dove forlorn cries before loin cloths delivered us from shame
separate wo
dwes man red dead tears

hart juice separate stacks vein cra
hands, th fistsheads bow in sunnyblack site
nithing glows in dark

fists beatinga throat
what have i done??
unclenched hands forgiving theselves

souls alone desert

i am sand

separate from this wall i stand..................................
attajed hands

weeping child thrown from bike...................................

various shdes of gray (the new black)............................

writers blocks 50 tons tall
crack$$$$

i wrote words
isnt this good enough?

this hole is cold buti see butter lace bigenough for a worm.

quirm. you are not here. when i come to see you. i leave my child folded

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