Thursday, January 28, 2010

Five Month Baby Dry Cough

I Fought the Law and the law won

limp petals on a silver platter old, a broken glass and a purple stain glass chips sprinkled on a cloth worn pearl, the wrinkled hands hanging limp with legs, back against against the back of the austere chair, ashen head back facing the ceiling and an eternal smile of insolence as a parting gift ..