examining my hand
in the dark glow
wandering the night sky
lilaced and laced
with clouds refusing the light
my eyes follow the lines
lanes and love gutters
the oracle black bird flies
above
me
reading my palm
a message
he managed to pickpocket from the fortune teller
5 comments:
Those darned pocket pickers.
ha, yeah. like those last couple lines.
Huh?
huh? what? hey?
i... uh, like the last few lines? :)
oh...I get it now.
sometimes I don't read so good.
:)
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