Thursday, April 06, 2006

NaPoWriMo: Shafer April 6th AM

Good Morning Jackhammer

They've done another
loud, mysterious nothing
to the street below our house.

I know there's a purpose,
but I can't say what it is.

Tito's gonna be
beside himself. No place
to park his car!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

“Delhi to Daulatabad & Back (1342)”

Our intimate dreams
Are held
By drunk shrieks.

In our nightgowns we
Wander oases,
Fondle thorns.

-- Gora