Archive for November 17, 2009

SHORT TALK

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on November 17, 2009 by ravenstooth
heavy and my breathing is leaving
worried that you’ll find me alone
musty like the clammy cellar floor
advising sunshine to be shone
windy as the branches drop their cones
soon the midnight will be dawn
raining and my thinking starts sinking
raspy toward the questions being drawn