Wednesday, July 29, 2009

The Sweet Morning

Though it be calm but a blink
a flash on a cable of light milky
and dull the thread of metallic
is the pop in the mind
and what comes holy comes
sooner than later if you believe
in that shit wash my hands of the grief
of systems in the boundries of hours
the bolted body frame too heavy too tilted
to sit upright the speckle the throb
starting the day with a gentle call to rain
and peace - rain and peace.


Blogger VicoLetter said...

shed a little tear when reading this in the morning
another wee one this afternoon

thinking things must be quite bright burnished and lovely in Colbyland these days to be spinning such inspired words


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