2002-09-21 10:13:23Fiddler
Kissing The Moon
When I am tired you are gone
like sad slow shadowy steam
rising from a wet molten soul
a chalk outline matches the spot
indifferently on the concrete floor
of some strange alley within me.
Near the stage door
under a bare electric lamp
I lifted my wine glass
and gaze at Kissing the Moon.
~~Fiddler 09/20/2002
like sad slow shadowy steam
rising from a wet molten soul
a chalk outline matches the spot
indifferently on the concrete floor
of some strange alley within me.
Near the stage door
under a bare electric lamp
I lifted my wine glass
and gaze at Kissing the Moon.
~~Fiddler 09/20/2002