Poetry Less Than Daily

Strong Poems. Beautiful Poems. Tough Poems. Poems w/ the F-word. Poems less frequent than before but no less kick-ass.

Friday, March 25, 2005

Ryan Murphy


Sunset, a grainy photograph,
night is lit
by a small black light.

As a child I would cry
at the sound of katydids.
Turbines of fear. The heart
has several gears.

We compass on the grass.
Two dreams there were,
elegiac and orange.
Your love is like that.


At 1:04 PM, Blogger Joseph Massey said...

very delicious


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