Thursday, April 02, 2009

NaPoWriMo: All Smarties' Day

Storm Night

The iron gate
at the bottom
of the stoop
is whanging

The demons
are quivering
inside the popcorn.

Mark Wahlberg
is glowing
unnaturally on the TV.

The wind is moaning
through the apartment
skeleton across the way;
canvas and plastic
construction materials
pop like bullwhips.

Kill another coffee.
Pass the cream.
Call your little sister.

1 comment:

Richard Hall said...

I got a brother who I can't stand to be two feet away from.