Poetics

A sketch of the dark

A sketch of the dark, headlights of distant cars disappear
Into the bushes, the dark-purple put line
Of hills, like hoods.
Victoria lies in her prehistoric groin of warm earth.
The moon, lonely, sad, sends forth its brothy light
delicately display the daisies
Such a halo
Headlights scatter into the dark
Like rats into kitchen cabinets.

Advertisements
Standard

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s