Saturday, July 29, 2006

HEARSAY

Soon there are eyes in the dark
Tongues in the breeze

That talk and talk
To cold reprise

Traffic sets up its uncertain tune
The night dresses down

Under bloody moons.
Under bloody moons,

Frost cracks the first of many frowns
Stories assemble then decide to drown


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I've slept badly just about every night this week...

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