Sunday, October 26, 2008


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.


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.