Saturday, August 28, 2010

St. Augustine (patron of brewers, painters, theologians, those with sore eyes)

I bit straight

to the seed,

pulled the strings

of fruit from between

my teeth and

called it a day.

the sky is not


the streets are wet

with night.

I heard you singing

in a nearby house

and I wished

I could slam

all the shutters


1 comment:

  1. yes. i love the simplicity and simultaneous depth of your writing.