Tunnel Dark Lashes
It is tunnel dark
When this sawmill
Worker faces his
Dirty, dull, dangerous
Mid-winter’s week.
Today rain lashes
My asphalt rooftop.
Such an apt sado-
Masochistic metaphor.
Soon I will
Be on the road
With you and your
Lash, my love.
2 comments:
I have to ask, I am always wondering. Is that you in the picture of the sawmill ?
Nice poem.
You would know if it might be me if the Internet provided you the the most important sense of all: smell. You could probably smell the whisky off me at the time of day this shot was taken even from as far away as the photographer’s lens.
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