Monday, February 23, 2009

poems of the day 02.23.09

leaving my love, 4th avenue, brooklyn

parting, she makes me feel real
but when she is gone, i am left with nothing
but this day, the sirens, and the winter wind.

february after dinner

winter wind howling
she cries and speaks of
an unjust world
as i take her hand and the wine bottle

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