"ected" poems
An earthquake sev
ered the land from the
other land, disconn
ected the bridge from the
shore.
I felt the rumble in my glass,
saw the ripple in lady dacre's wine.
The quivers influenced the
nerve endings at the base of my spine,
and the dimmed lights flickered
almost imperceptibly.
I saw the faces of the lazybones
in the bar, the panic-
Most people survived.
May 27, 2010
May 27, 2010 at 1:12 AM UTC