Neighborhood

A window, a florescent moon
cut into the concrete sky
built on a dark giant,
a black farmer
breath to the floor
ebbing to the
skin of his
wife, jade white.

5 . 12. 08

1 comment:

The Imp of the Perverse said...

I just caught myself up on the poems you've recently added to your journal. I love reading your work, and I'm sorry I couldn't keep up.