Monday, October 02, 2006

feels like fall... the leaves stink straight up through heaven...





It's a fake sky

Those rags above the rooftops


Gray spits

Of hollowed tickling brain


Menacing

In its attention

On you

1 comment:

Lockheed Hayheehoo Macedon said...

One must be quite self-absorbed if one believes the clouds themselves are looking at them. Alas, I do so omens, foreboding in cloud patterns, but omens for more than one soul.... just as I only believe in God when it's not expedient to. And never believe when I should.