Once again the
lights go out
like fought-out
children in
divorce.
Twice again the
lantern masks
it's ambiguity
in laughter
from a
solid source.
Thrice the country
rises round ye olde
England, Richards
ground. The author
contemplates a paint
roller moving on its
own like bullets
once the shooter's
made a drum-roll
cease.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 4:22 PM UTC
Once again the
lights go out
like fought-out
children in
divorce.
Twice again the
lantern masks
it's ambiguity
in laughter
from a
solid source.
Thrice the country
rises round ye olde
England, Richards
ground. The author
contemplates a paint
roller moving on its
own like bullets
once the shooter's
made a drum-roll
cease.
