Morphing Verse

I try to write poems.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Insomniac shades
let the street lamps
spray the ceiling. I cannot
read. The bay

beside the highway sunk
to mud that frames
here and there a sheen. "Dis

person," some Morse
code of headlights, "Dis
person."
Posted by Peripheral at 12:32 AM
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