White
Gloves
Gesture,
and
Batons
Dance
In
the Wind,
with
Green
Eyes
Shut,
Closed
Forcefully;
Seeing
Red
through
Dense
Smoke,
Broken,
Looking
Out
Over
the Abyss
Until
The
Door
Opens
Posted in Poetry, tagged Anger, Pain, Patience, Torture on February 1, 2013| Leave a Comment »
White
Gloves
Gesture,
and
Batons
Dance
In
the Wind,
with
Green
Eyes
Shut,
Closed
Forcefully;
Seeing
Red
through
Dense
Smoke,
Broken,
Looking
Out
Over
the Abyss
Until
The
Door
Opens
Posted in My Thoughts, Poetry, tagged Bully, Noise, Torture, Work on August 31, 2012| 2 Comments »
Posted in Poetry, tagged Anger, Bully, Fear, Torture on May 31, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Rabbit
Fur
Spreads
Among
the
Trees
As
Vultures
Circle
the
Tiny
Scene;
On
the
Ground
Trembling
Fingers
Type
Words
the
Predator
will
Never
Read