Not always poetry, not always good, not always there.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Night Musings

Sorry for the lack of words. Here's a spontaneously psychotic bit of blather (alliteration is fun).




Night Musings


Beyond these windows and walls
The chaos of worlds harmonizes
With the symphony of trains flying through the air
Outside, a war is waged by boys
And boys of men who sit immobile
Only their voices charging the enemy
Ghosts of the victims of self-inflicted violence
Take shelter with me
In my dreams I rush to meet them
Desperate for their false touch
And their silent forgiveness


—Adrienne McKay 2010