Friday, November 22, 2013

Betrayal (Poem 234)

vacuum bedroom 
duster shelves 
tchotchkes motes
journal beige carpet 
pages flexed   blue ink blue
lines blue 
scrawl eyes 
his mouth his mouth his mouth 
lies voices traffic crying
past the past the past   door 
street floor boxes tearing 
ripping tossing    promises
day night day night day 
hands breath head down
eyes closed 
beginning

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six