Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

December 11, 2010

On Turning To Day’s End Bright stars

Upon getting home I can hold on/ and sit in the still of a cold car/

and listen to the cloud of many nothings in choir loud and/

let the nightwork shuck off like dead snakeskin/

Stars bring  bright/tho’ moments my car might/ save me from some/

although my neck already achingly turns/

towards them before I can/

straighten up/ turning out/ outside/

onto my driveway

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