Saturday, August 21, 2010

at the bottom of my cracked well is poison
drugged gas dancing lopsided dragging ribbons 
to the sound of nothing
my how long it has been
hello stone walls I caress with a hand hello 
broken reeling
hello absence of a ring 
cold and naked 

1 comment:

Annette Johnson said...

Allison, your poems shake me every time.

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