Monday, January 16, 2012

january 16th, 2012

Here's another new one, a quick Sunday night/Monday morning cut-up.

leaning out on the edge

The spiraling roar of a miracle

tears through curtains of porcelain doubt

like a golden comet

shot through tattered lace.

The whirling spasm of ingenuity,

when caged

and tagged for future research,

crushes a lifetime of groans in a




Life is a relay race

and the only thing that matters

is whether or not

you’re holding the baton.

1 comment:

  1. "I'm holding the baton. and you are just looking",said the woman to the man..