Monday, April 28, 2008

the winter's been cruel
to light spirits
and wet eyes

to the exhaust manifold of the midnight smooth
to caravans of wandering chilren
to the hearts of women
to poets, drunk with clenched fists and heavey smiles
to stock brokers, pullin their coats tighter
to truck drivers

thankfully the frost has melted
and the wind feels

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