Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Trippin

a swarm of locusts

a sexy beast
transpired into a mirror

a feast of dead goats

the return of the black
in the bored aftermath

what do we do
when there is nothing left to be done

why do we wait
for fate?

2 Comments:

Anonymous said...

"why do we wait
for fate?"

Why,indeed..;)

Nice stuff,as usual!

Icarus said...

:I