9 Jan 2008


the floor raises a rorschach that fits the mood.

a blood red demon cast in scratchy grain.

faces rise and flit above the coded skirting.

dark shadows dance the light into corners.


cocaine jesus said...
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Aaron Held said...

I like these poems/images, really good thing you got going

Robert said...

geeeez...mighty drop