Wednesday, January 05, 2005

fugitive comfort

surface chips
the stone blend

the years pitch
brush them off flaky

skims of rooms
shakedown the build

when the gauge is wobbly
security is the deal

blow it away
before it blows you

hold hands to the wall
lick up predicted smoke

seasons never forget
the change

expect the warm rough
pink in today’s skin

1 comment:

Gilbert Koh said...

I liked that. Nice.