Sunday, April 7, 2013

Bearded Ballads 7/30: Washed Up

Too many voices
like echoing ghosts
haunting my head.

are thick
as fog rolls in
to fool me.

Not meaning to,
but the conditions are just right.

Weather, wears down
the steadfast
rocky foundation
upon which I’ve built
this little shanty town
where we live like
islands apart.

1 comment:

  1. Can't tell if you are experiencing a positive or a negative. Mmmmm