September 2011
1 post
labor day
long before the parade rolls into town
and a thunderstorm turns a mass of people
into a sea of feathers, and this year’s
quota of people are crushed to death,
a girl i tried to love is touching down
in barcelona, to join hands with bones
and flee a city turning into corners.
sixty gunshots rang out on her old corner
before the day’s end, barely a day
since leaving; seems like a fair...
