22 March 2011

we walk from house
to gym to coffeeshop
pattern of morning
not to question

this ease of routine
unquirks the day
allowing perigee
to illuminate nite

but even strolls
thru gardens
proffer blood
from hiding thorns

unctuosity
of the ordinary
is the friend
who murders us

1 comment:

Bill said...

A very good poem.