Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Nuit Mauvaise

Slowly, old nighttime slithered in,
Black tail filled to the tip with stars,
Tight breeze the tongue with bitter brogue
Cursing the failing, falling light
Haloing our hollow shadows.
You started to stutter a prayer
But forgot what followed “Father…”
Damned, we cling to our shared darkness.

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