fringe selvedges

the loose end of poetry

Month: August, 2008

racing

The silence of manIn the face of true painIs the measure of humanityIn your race to be sane.

always

Nonsense, I sayI will notStay awayI will waitI won’t hateAnd always neverBe OK. Nonsense, says IFrom farFar up highI will chooseNot to loseAnd always neverSay I tried.