makeshift the homeless

Makeshift the homeless to whisper its lament

in the belly of an eye. A gazeward knowing

lilts the soil of slow decline into silence

… or solitude.

Lonely that keeps company between booze

and experience as the radio blares

an unread bibliography backwards to the sky…

March 14th, 2011

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