A down-on-his-luck jazz pianist wanders the dark alleyways.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
felo de se
here lies a woman who took it personally her widower never smiled. she died her hair white what was left atop her, nigh floating in the updrafts as a threadbare banner. the loom that did it worked without tending and it spun bolts of weft that some called progress and others ruin.