Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Clay/spirit

Father Street
He carry slipblade
Weild it
Up in my jacket
Taking space

Mother CigaretteLiqur
She come up in my face
As she please
From brickcurbknees

Clay/spirit walking down alley evening

Among such thinglass tiling
Thick soles

2 comments:

Luke Brewster said...

You need to revise the third stanza and put it in there. It's not complete with out it. Rule of threes and all that.

<3.

TheModernCritic said...

Revision is a gag away from death... But yes, I will try.