Journal Entry
By Don Shanley
Sing of blue sky
after a late May rain? when
the fluffy-white high cumulus
move as the firey smoke
of white phosphorous
thrown on the thief. of a pair
of sweat socks.
after a late May rain? when
the fluffy-white high cumulus
move as the firey smoke
of white phosphorous
thrown on the thief. of a pair
of sweat socks.
The scent of lilacs sours,
screams a coating of charred, human flesh
inside my nostrils.