Sigh for a signature

by March 31, 2012 0 comments

You are a frequent migraine.
I’m a dull head.
You suck my life. I sigh

and wait, for a time,
like a cold mountain waits
to shoot up sprouts in the spring.

Unveiled is your visage now
and my home is on fire.
I don’t have a right to put it out?

editors note:

A dotted line, empty; a look to dry the wettest ink. Find another underwriter. – mh

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