orgami's Diaryland Diary

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

blue panache

silk mornigs
in a ragged wasteland

worship the blur
the sancity of a
curtian blazing the
light
the traffic mourning
and the thunder of the
motion

roll over
the eve
into morning
this flicker
of the light

i can smell
the love
on jackets
and broken old
cigarettes

samples from the
cosmetic stand
and licorice
wrappers

we are strangers
dazzled with hunger

11:08 p.m. - 2014-03-08

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

previous - next