roadhouse building
green ground
wood splinters and flies through the air
my consciousness ebbs
and is silent

eyes level with the water's edge,
sleeping (stalking) forward with sinewy soft nerves
stewing in sallow release

i am a drain with pulled plug
or a fire finally fed

released from my un-natural burdens

10/08/2006

Posted on 10/09/2006
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