Thursday, April 12, 2012

Fall

There is
a trap surrounded
by a voluptuous
sickness.
*
It was an object that
comes from nowhere,
and burns
like a migraine.
*
Doors pop open,
Stars act out on newsstand,
Cars carry truth and sadness,
Birds greet morning with encouraging words.

3 comments:

Deborah David Schmidly said...

amazing flow.

;)

antomaniax said...

I am falling down!

tigercity said...

my initial thought is the ground zero in NYC.. but even if it isn't about that, it's a well described scene.. the sickness prevelant in modern society perhaps..