Friday, April 24, 2009

he doesn’t speak the truth so much as
truth passes through him,

water through paper
scrawled with reminders

the ink loosens and pools,
tremulous lines, like scars,

a roadmap
to further truths

and other scars


joe said...

nice. glad to read you again.

marionerin said...

i'm glad to see yer writing again. please keep posting!