Saturday, October 14, 2006

In place of leaves/ we should burn/ pages and pages of prophecy.

Written around the time a friend of mine killed himself. The end of 2004.


2 comments:

Anonymous said...

the four lane road with a yellow line through it where the drivers drive to fast and if you went through it

Anonymous said...

i like the assonance in seek and leaned as well as slip and nick.

actually, the poem sounds quite lovely....

but.... frankly, the most troubling/moving/affective bit of this is the title to the post.