Wednesday, February 15, 2012


it’s like the sand of life leaks
out from a hole in the sack
scattered then stomped
into the surface

but nothing gets lighter
the gravity of absence
crushes out the colors and
somehow grey weighs more

the shadows know things
they are not telling
now I see through a glass
darkly yes darkly

it’s like death has an echo
that bounces off shadows
reverberates in emptiness
and makes love hurt

it’s like that


1 comment:

Bob said...

Milton, are you all right? I worry about your talk of darkness. Are you and Ginger both in a downward spiral now? You're in my prayers--reach out for help if you need it!

Bob Farlee