Sunday, September 27, 2009


Stepping through a pinhole of hope
Only to find a painted brick wall blocks my progress
Banging my head on the dream of revenge
Thoroughly enjoying the laughter from above
Angels dropping like flies
From the open heavens
Splattering on the windshields of Hummers.

1 comment:

  1. The feeling of striving and rejection and near-utter hopelessness is so palpable here! I love and hate it!