Saturday, July 11, 2009

Allways: a draft

Sweat down neck.
Slick palms.
each step against;
abandoned;
clung to.
A fine dust
somewhere crept.
Tightening the howled
life.
A dog.
Three failed attempts
and he had
a black plastic bag;
a preference against
the wall; an empty
hallway greeted deep,
filthy.
Concrete stretched,
testing the unlocked,
dark paper.

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