treacle

for a friend whose black dog has turned into a rabid mongrel of late


and so I go

and so I go

and so I go

and so I go

and where I go

I do not know

treading darkness

softly.


park rose, (c) 2008

 
sometimes
 
the need to know

outweighs

prudence

prickling the skin

like so many insults.


park rose (c) 2008