kagablog

July 23, 2007

eighteen holes of dark

Filed under: paul wessels, poetry — ABRAXAS @ 9:41 am

another game of patience
in this hotel bar
where that cockroach ran from us
thinking we would kill it
maybe next time I will
go out into this world a cockroach
return still searching
for something to say
outside the sea’s grey
like the rocks sand sky air

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