Saturday, May 22, 2010

When, at last, tomorrow is dawning
I’m crouched, brows furrowed,
In the burrow of morning.
Drowning in frowning king-uncrowning.

All passes under or over a bridge
All buzzes – feeble as a midge.

Then crouched when
It all happens again.

1 comment:

Shalmaneser Picklescott said...

Is 'frowning king-uncrowning' basically our project? I hope we succeed or we're gonna have some deep fucking frown lines!

Deep poem. Imbues the guys in the picture with busyness and life...