Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Random Stanza

I sever the city from my back
and say my matins, Damn
this zipper is stuck again
Or, Thank you, I’m alive,
but still don’t know
who I’m talking to.

1 comment:

Nin Andrews said...

I love this selection of random stanzas, and this one is my fav..
I guess I talk to myself or the trees or dogs and wonder
who am I really talking to . . .
But mostly it's the way you think I respond to . . .
Makes me want to write . . .