Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Winter Walk #5 (In Blue Hell)

in blue hell,
every thought is
smeared and 
like the faint 
vapor trails 
that streak the hollow sky,
the wreck of all fact
and ruin of all time

nothing bound
is happening,
and nothing definite
is bound to happen

my skin 
is not deaf 
from this mute shout

and i'm 
definitely not thinking 
i can't walk smart in these 
dumb boots