Untitled By: L. J. Famespear Rodman Hall Art Centre

A fire, a fire

To build it without wire

or strings or anything loved,

or life’s desire 

Piling the uselessly dry, barren

hoards of timber, they linger

High upon that dark night’s

slumberous sighs,


thighs; sighs of thunder

cracking my childhood dreams

with endless embers

and eyes of red veins,

speaking unkind commands

that burn deep into the past

the obsidian ophidian languishing

in the coals of remembrance

forever blackened with life’s edge.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: