Snakes – 5/11/09

Time
is the vacuum of persistent traffic
on the midnight-dampened asphalt
and its echoes of dim headlights that
sliver like snakes across the ceiling
echoes that hang down above us
with sharpened fangs
they bite the sleeping


Posted on : Dec 03 2011
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