End is Nigh

November 18, 2005 at 12:52 pm (New, Notes and Footnotes)


Waking in a dark blue room,
someone snuffed the candle.
The cacophony of a poet’s Hell,
foul smelling black smoke, charred words and odes,
O Anarchy! Chaos is its own order.

People are their own demons.

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