Sunday, February 17, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
The 18th century mahogany shoe rack,
finally spilled. Ivory worms savoring on
hollow bones and crimson innards,
reduced to Dust on fine Italian leather.
A rabbit thump and good as new.
An aging loafer leaves rotten remains,
a lingering musty smell, gathers Dust.
He never thumps, He limps, spreads it far
On grass, wet and never trampled before.