Hungry Ghosts
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Sunday, October 23, 2011
I’m bending toward sleep
crickets sound like cracking backs
fall sway the weary
Thursday, October 20, 2011
The brush of my breath
strums the broken-down guitar
that sits behind me
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Window-frames rattle
in the last wind from Brooklyn
yup, I’m outta here
Monday, October 10, 2011
The wick still flickers
in a candlelight vigil
for the flame itself
Thursday, October 6, 2011
How dim the star is
reaching above tree branches
like a supplicant
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Blinking red tower
casts a lonely semaphore
an owl hoots his own
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