Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Prague inside Prayer

I walk with my lonesome soul
past the scream of the tormented mind
the female falling
with devil in hand
spills of  ink
the twisted self
smoke in the breath
stone carved street
the near smell of death
and wandering thoughts
and wandering feets
meet the cold December night
in the shadow of spires and liars
to drink pure the
excellence of  a walk through a sketch
and revel slow
 I exist