Monday, April 13, 2009

Garreted Garage

Images imprinted
within shady
archaic windows,
through tattered lace.

Pyramids in painstain
slowly rotate
in cock-eyed angles
and sardonic glances.

Moons in crescents
slice a piercing
silent cry in
shades of anguish
and pout.

Riddles coming
and going,
slowly inching
towards befuddlement
and loamy laughter.

There are blackbirds in the rafters.

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