Sunday, October 26, 2008

fingers



Clouds intrude. Tubercular fingers
seizing up the blue. Pinching in
from the south-east on a mission
of little mercy. Harbingers of hard
cheese. Errand boys of slothful
mistrust; creeping pillars of rain.

Watch out for rainbows. They sneak
in from the north, winsome smiles
that inoculate and provoke confusion.

2 comments:

ib said...

Fuck. That Ravi Shankar can get you to thinking...

ib said...

Actually. This one kinda slipped out before Ravi even picked out a note. But. I was anticipating it.