The day breaks

The day breaks

Friday, March 21, 2014


A particularly pernicious virus
Rides me a roller coaster

The clattering of the track
Rotten teeth of the clown

Where the first light cowers
Chained to its own inquisition
Steeled to the knowing
No God need do something

Like this

We spin and that is all
Till we collide
We ricochet
There is no place
We won’t go tonight

I bought an A ticket
From the arms of a child

Hugs heal…

But if I could identify
Which particular little snowflake
Gave me this gift that keeps on


I’d hug her still

She might just need it

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