Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Honks, Horns, and Sirens Last

While harvesting the sounds
of the passing cars and trucks,
he found his corpse beneath them.
Honks, Horns, and Sirens last.

2 comments:

_Soulless_ said...

Hullo there. My first time here. ^_^ Been reading all your poems on this page, and I've much enjoyed "Similar Fates" (intrigued by the novel thought there), "Porch Swing" (loved the rhyme), "Evidence of War" (thought-provoking), and "The Toast Lover" (elicits a wistful sigh).

Thank you. Cheers.

Brian said...

thanks for stopping by and reading. (I can't believe you read so many) glad to see you are back at writing after a few month hiatus. I will definitely check back in at your site