Tuesday, May 29, 2007

so there you were, sunrise
and this is new life
or slow burn

those birds
when you been up the whole time
they sting


Mac said...

I like the imagery here. It's quick. It stings. It's bleary dawn.

apotheosis said...

yes yes, i like the poem, it brings the throbs of memories back. bleary is the right word.

Lilly said...

...it's the blue and purple threat