Saturday, September 3, 2011

There Was a Place

Mostly grey chords in a sweet place
where begin a sneak seal biting-
and open flap surprise bred scars.

There was a place where

we bounced pesky the black ants
and clever spiders drawn through
asymmetric slates extra designed:

this place looked great in the 70's.

Now the parents walk on submerged

brickworks, circulating

in a cool zombie trance:

and a seal bit my hand
while the kids are synchronized,



  1. I admit that I have not been here in a while...

    And it is much to my loss...

    Great writing, as always. You never disappoint.

  2. @Akeith: Thanks, man. Hope all is well with you. I've been very lazy lately. Thanks for stopping by.