Tuesday, March 18, 2008

like life, like death


Φ said...

On this road tis hour
she walked below
strobe lit neon flowers

ambulates into the mouth of night
while the tar devours
shadows of puerile faces with plastic smiles

priya said...


Life by itself is a pain and death is nothing but our ends.

Jac said...

like father, like son.

with your permission neers...
pain is our choice, but death is not.