Wednesday, February 03, 2010

___ BOrDerLiNE :: DaY ____

light of copper on the sea
tainted now in memory
boulevards of live oaks dead
from salty surge
and dancing nights
which in the end
cut the sky with sharp words,
cries of loss,
and flowing blood. . .

latched doors, from inside,
won't let you in
and though you try
. . . just knock no more
and end
this pitiful war.