Creative Outlet
Creative Outlet Left
broohahajke posted on Feb 04, 2008 at 08:43PM
The road whispers faded footsteps,
a dark river flowing solid under walls of leaves grasping for asphalt and catching him in shadows A car lights the back of his head like a moon passing him bleeding in the rear lights. hands empty, The night's a spinning heart attack. His heavy boots tread leaves like ancient men's red feet spilled wine from grapes. It sustains his mathematical steps, Since he knows he's changing something even if he just breaks skeletons of fallen leaves. |