Sunday, August 29, 2010


White Ebony

Some days,
you scrape the
sand off the
sandpaper.

Some days, the
fins off the
shark
take over
as door-stoppers.

Some days,
eyelashes are dams
shredded by
white-hot, angry
gales.

Some days,
shave-foam seeps
right into the pores
and wets
the larynx.

Some days,
metal tries to cut water
and draws sparks.
Manhole covers fly
like frisbees.

Some days,
black's a shade lighter
than white.