Roadkill

January 8, 2014

The lonely man scans, but doesn’t see That nameless place outside The halogen halo of headlights. Instead he views All of those colored rooms In the twisted shelter of mind. When out of the brush emerges a stag And entering that hurtling glow With a resounding thud Ends the reveries of an insomniac Who had no time to swerve. He […]