lundi, février 28, 2005

the in-between land

the in-between land
all hazy from smoke
of regret and lost chances
forested in trees of longing
whose shadows grow out
in ever widening circles
each breeze reeks of
shit that grows
in piles outside the rancid
cottages of thought
where miserable inhabitants
faces cold and angry
shuffle to and from the door

and watch for rain.