Thursday, August 12, 2010

I lay in waiting
Cold Comfort eases no pain
I sleep sometimes in an old Square Corner
My stomach any empty growl
Starve me
Take all that is mine
An imagination as All
Like a rising heaven,
clouds turn a Blue poet's sky

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This is rich SC. There's a Ginsberg way in the back of your mind, you need to get him to the front more often.