The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Thursday, August 9, 2012

His favorite color was orange

Limelight in the abyss
Stages for his very kiss
Language of the coal mine
Hands of a clothes line

He writhes and spits
Lye is on his lips
But soil on his cap
He rarely looks back

For Michael Moore

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