Okay, so here's my first poem since returning to LiveJournal.
if ya like, show some love...
Morning Star
"don't wake up,"
read the scrap,
its frayed edges wearing greatly
on denim rears.
with collar on wrist
reminding,
a jaded head lifted toward
smoke and gray.
puffs from plume
poured into round dark.
his eyes captured
all.
they saw. even the crosses on
skyline
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