Thursday, August 5, 2010

YOU'RE GONE NOW, BUT...



TODAY, FOR THE SMALLEST FRACTION OF TIME, ONE FRACTION, ONE MILLION FRACTURES, ONE GHOSTLY IMAGE.
YOUR WORK BOOTS IN THE ENTRY WAY.  




WHERE YOU LEFT THEM EACH NIGHT WHEN YOU CAME HOME.
THEY HAVEN'T BEEN THERE IN YEARS, I KNOW.
THEY SHOULD STILL BE THERE NOW,
WOULD STILL BE THERE NOW...
BUT THERE WAS 


TOO


MUCH 


BLOOD.

2 comments:

Sir James E. Watkins said...

I can feel the emotion here.

One thing though: you use the word "they" when you should have used "them." Read over it. You'll find the spot. Forgive me. It's the whole being an editor thing.

Sir James E. Watkins said...

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