Selected Poems
The sale
Half open blinds leave gentle shadow fans over her eyes.
The monitor glow reflects text typed upon her cheeks.
Somewhere someone cynically sings about the end of days.
She without expression, barters in silent around about ways
unsure and uncertain if she has sold her birth right and name.
Traffic outside weighs heavier now. Darkness seeps in the room
shatters the pieces of eight and mix shards of irreparable pottery.
He sits nearby, has seen enough to know, he has seen enough.
The monitor glow reflects text typed upon her cheeks.
Somewhere someone cynically sings about the end of days.
She without expression, barters in silent around about ways
unsure and uncertain if she has sold her birth right and name.
Traffic outside weighs heavier now. Darkness seeps in the room
shatters the pieces of eight and mix shards of irreparable pottery.
He sits nearby, has seen enough to know, he has seen enough.
