Thursday, February 13, 2014

is it what we are?

I'm going to start posting some old writing I have done:



Scene 1, Act 1

Lo! our hair and plaster eyes,
   plastic sighs, red,  dark red,
                            bloody   lips,
apart from beaten brows, we dogs
              scuttled on floors, dancing streams
   of scattered sun, window panes,
like dogs,   like   bloody        dogs,
              all day like plays that run too long
   we stay unwashed