there is a
circle of chalk
in my chilly box of
closed door
cacophony
coughs cigarettes cries cars
it is as big as i am
and i draw it daily
to be nightlight
phosphorous
in the darkening unity of
self and breath
self and breath
self and breath
within
without.
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 6:04 PM UTC
there is a
circle of chalk
in my chilly box of
closed door
cacophony
coughs cigarettes cries cars
it is as big as i am
and i draw it daily
to be nightlight
phosphorous
in the darkening unity of
self and breath
self and breath
self and breath
within
without.
