I can feel my face blazing red.
Like a fluorescent sign at the corner bar.
Shone bright for years, then flickered,
And, finally, it seemed to give up the ghost.
But they must have gotten it fixed,
It radiates bright as ever.
Except now it advertises something other than Budweiser.
It's funny how it can come through the smallest openings.
As if it needed any help tonight.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Friday, March 29, 2013
the strangest feeling of nostalgia and uncertainty has washed over me.
and a question keeps raising itself in my mind:
how do you get used to never getting it quite right?
and a question keeps raising itself in my mind:
how do you get used to never getting it quite right?
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
untitled (how to build a gallows)
the light onlycomes in flashes.
it's everything else
that hangs.
so, too, might he.
eventually.