I thought I saw an icicle
stemming from a cushioned write
it’s dog eat dog tonight
sentiments historically benign
tumbling down the courteous ravine
spelling my saviour’s name unseen
necklaces with shimmery cold
a paradigm wrestles common sense
and serves the muse’s bitter defense
a time with the wild
synchronizing all the notes of the break
and lulls me into a new awake
Finished: 6:42 a.m., Tuesday, November 27th, 2007.
Copyright L.M. 2007.