A new one
An occasional new poem will find its way here. This one is from Friday.
Old Familiar
Screaming,
she pants bellows
on the old rage
familiar in
this family where
armor is everything
Fortress
of raised voices
keeps fear at bay
makes love
shout from the distance
hoarse and forlorn.
So apart from you
I hear no words
but screaming
I want to
Comments
Don't quit your day job.
Posted by: anonymous | December 31, 2007 09:45 AM
I just hope my day job doesn't quit me.
Posted by: James Faulk | December 31, 2007 02:55 PM
The alarming poet strikes again! Good to hear, even if it screams.
Posted by: james tressler | January 1, 2008 07:47 AM