Saturday, November 16, 2013

Worms


Falling rain looks like 
ripples in my vision:
little waves of moisture
that speckle the 
canvas of reality

Bare feet sloshing through
street side puddles that
coalesce in concrete cavities
Worms creep from earthy homes and 
settle like hairs on a woman's arm

A car passes by and splashes
Splotches of blackish gunk and
scant, ghostlike lines where tires rode
atop inching annelids
Stringy spaghetti corpses



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