More Cinquains

Posted on August 2, 2003 in Poems

I’m turning into one of those people who writes down the silly music words that pop into his head.

6

At dawn:

Crows eat rabbit.

Houses as still as hard-

water deposits on a steel pipe,

dried up

7

My cap

fell from forehead

over the cliff edge, into

the sea….a tangerine star now

drifting

8

You’re right.

I do play for

control. I don’t want you

hurting me. Nor is your ruin

required.

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