Post by misterpoet on Aug 4, 2006 10:02:10 GMT -5
i cross the boarder
of sanity –
---on dark mountain
---of demons and
---malarkey.
ashes blow
---through empty trees
---and dried rivers
---( holes burn red )
as far as i can see
---the ground and sky
---thick of black smolder
and the air is heavy
---and suffocating
---with oily residue.
And I'm so happy I won an award!