brickstack blockstack
poetry by steve parker
Friday, December 01, 2006
radio rain
the chair, the skeleton
I'll be here
when the dawn blows nails
through the heads
of the pumpkins
I'll be here
when the radio rain
turns to grey sweeps
across the fields
I'll always be here
in this chair
no matter how
no matter
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