Day: Nov 22, 2015
Please tell me something soft and hauntly sweet —
a spray of words (where concrete has no place
in any shape, nor shards of self-deceit)
displaying ARDOUR carved in uppercase.
Please show me something round and smoothly shaped:
No jagged edge to wear me down or raze
my face. Such rough uneven blades have scraped
their way beneath my deck as stowaways.