Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Less than he once was
Thin and stretched
Slightly see-through
Like a care-worn jacket
Letting the rain in
And the sunshine
His smile thread bared
Trapped in the shoes
Of his old self
Where the socks have holes
And every stone is sharp
Some skins wear thin
But never fall away

1 comment:

post-it said...

prity much the sauce. . very cool

How do I lose myself?

I am not easily misplaced Or forgotten, Arriving as I do Before even the curtains draw And that first morning jug boils, Bleary, yes Grudgin...