Replying to a comment on:

fa11ing (Free verse) by Bill Z Bub

just before the fall the damn brittlebrown leaves, tin trees with veined fingers bloodless & burned down deep now dustchoked in the angles, the wailing and the whiteness mangled metal, papers pulped, dig bodies, x amount : obscene.

<~> 15-Dec-02/10:12 PM
well, it is after labor day, which is a mental touchstone for the end of summer, so most would not blink at it. i'm just yer fack-checkin'-cuz, is all.




Track and Plan your submissions ; Read some Comics ; Get Paid for your Poetry
PoemRanker Copyright © 2001 - 2024 - kaolin fire - All Rights Reserved
All poems Copyright © their respective authors
An internet tradition since June 9, 2001