Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Saturday, May 4, 2013

somewhere

somewhere
he is scraping language from the seat
 he is wrenching bitterness from the tides,
he spits black bile
against an agitated black sky,
"quoth the raven",
these are surely abysmal eras,
but then the triumph
of the everyday moment
that doesn't
-suck.

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