Posted on August 26, 2009 at 1:00am
Crazy open-ended August
leaves us on the verge of harvest.
Gazing forward, black and honest:
gaping holes we've yet to harness.
Phrases yet to carry home.
Places I have yet to roam.
Trapsing on, we wait for sawdust's
hazy dust to end in August.
Torture is the triple fold.
Forfeiture and ice's hold,
complicated by our goals.
Emaciated carbon souls.
Tips of fingers, barely noticed,
when seated in this stressful… Continue