dis(mis)figure

by 4 degrees

Posted to Poetry on 2004-04-05 15:19:00

wide and
wicked
grin of
silver
gleams with
ugly reflection
sparkle of
twinkle of
truth and
pain in
the eye
of this
storm
allowed
myself to
be reduced
to nothing
more
than an
incompitent
piece of
flesh
-and feel
like the
lucky
one
all the
while-
goddamn
i just can’t
hold onto
peace
not even a
piece
a bit
a fucking
snowflake-sized
glimpse
appears to
be an
avalanche.