Wednesday, November 25, 2009





Aloof, Adrift.
Pondering precedents
of quaking witches,
spells spoken aloud.
The stench of putrification
surrounds all, masking efforts
to wax normal.
We divine spontaneous combustion...
Rabid with needs and cringing.
Sinister, shadowed, unsafe
Awaken!! The day is no more

2 comments:

Cindy said...

Thanks for sharing this...love it! ...the day is no more....

Lora said...

this picture has had me creeped out! I was at my mom's and I swear he was in her tree.