Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Away (10.5.10)

Stowaways
Clasping hands in praying
No more bayoneting
Cotton riding by
Through the air
Beneath grey sky

The doorknob
Turning from the otherside
In they storm
In we hide
Silent as the dead

Years and hours
Water and spit
We arrive at port
Runaways
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