Thursday, November 02, 2006


garbled and hushed the meaning of the day comes through the way opaque idolatry seeps scrubbed history
windows stained with smashed particles of wish list glory mounted on heaps of empty hand dismay
consolation in the last time tricked
as not making it through the night
becomes routine

streams of waif yelp sounds of strength but no sustain of this can make clear the hands of those guilty
no one's army lining up against

shield the eyes with purchase cure
ignore full ahead the smashing fists and flailing hearts
knuckle dragging hate
and why us
(too much)
why us

arf 06