3.16.05 1:28 AM

Some nights
these nights
these cold March
marching cold
stone cold
stone drunk
stone deaf
tone deaf
blind drunk
nights

I

admire
sit and admire
my own great work
in photograph's handiwork
color by color

all my greatest
finest
bound
collected
revised
betrayals

Now there's only wind groping at the window...

Much like the appendix
and the Edsal
bravery
becomes
evolution's sweet victim.