fringe selvedges

the loose end of poetry

Month: August, 2007

Present

I have only the neutral Of thought. No worriesNo angerNo painNo vengeanceI am the exact equalOf nothing.

Watch

A painful way to dieBeliesNeedful productionIn stellar skies. A purposeless tryDeniesNeedful reflectionIn painful eyes.

damn

i hate to be the tellerof wicked bad newsbut your sure to discoveryour the target of my ruse.