Sunday, February 7, 2010

Radio Station

Getting loaded by the wheels
Fooh! Damn tails…oaf…doltish
No historian gives me a bark of wisdom
Black-eyed like engraving snakes on the majestic wall
Bubbled celluloid at least…..wrapped up with ferrous
Skin is zero for zero is stone…
Vestibules of tamed calendars…
Like a pre-historic bugle blows upon the afternoon
For the feathers and buffoons
Cryptic groaning all around my hollow shirt
Tobacco-fly inside the radio room
Winds of auction never leave this city of maroon highways…

1 comment:

  1. "skin is zero for zero is stone"...I really liked this line...let the voices murmur on...