Wednesday, March 28, 2007

The pitter-pattered pattern plays upon the wall
Insulting welling anger that sharpens to a ball
Of dandelions lost, and refuge vessels too
Which sail the pond of liver-nerve, ancient and anew.

Ben Finkel
March 28, 2007

2 comments:

Alex said...

I don't understand a word, but it sounds great when I say it!

Linette said...

Well written article.