evening sounds
drift through the open window–
a sift of morose vibrations.
Day: May 15, 2008
carry on
poetrywe watch in horror and disgust
as vultures gather on our pristine white cement streets
and clean for us the things we find
untouchable
and then we carrion
OUR lives as though
we’re much better
at us
poetrySometimes Nature laughs
With us, sometimes it’s because
We are so silly