The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for June 2003
once i
left it was like
i
was never
there
peeking
into time
again waiting
for the end
of the
after
noon
once i
arrived it was
like
i never
left
watching the
marbelized
re
flections
waiting
for the
sixth
digit to
fall
in the
night
like
the last
tumbler in
heavens
lock
open
sez me
and once
the
lights
go out
its only
a dream
til dawn