a basin of white chipped enamel
tips the wash over the pale streets;
lights appear in the random order
of secret intent, confused stars in
an untidy sky light the northern stone;
hours slip behind a rook's shadow
as a rain curtain falls : we sigh with
routine,we are waiting for a small, clean death,
trapped between the sun and the moon
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 4:52 AM UTC
a basin of white chipped enamel
tips the wash over the pale streets;
lights appear in the random order
of secret intent, confused stars in
an untidy sky light the northern stone;
hours slip behind a rook's shadow
as a rain curtain falls : we sigh with
routine,we are waiting for a small, clean death,
trapped between the sun and the moon