Saturday, March 8, 2008

Folding - March 08, 2008


Silver serpents sigh
with the dry wry
expression of
shaking searing
incompatibility
biting in my veins.
Holding 
blood that
quickly drains;
Settles and sinks.

Try.

Cry.
Anger: fear in gear.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

seeing that you post new poetry makes being at work so much better

Jackie said...

you inspire me to want to write poetry!:)