The Alamo

Categories: uncategorized

Date: 12 May 2003 23:00:00

plainchant seeps me in (the layers
imagine me (unchallenging) and close)

across town (the traffic is heavy tonight)
there is a feeling of the ancients

(my accents have yet to clarify) beneath
a moon that has not yet begun to remember

(the rabid girl, red hair and rain clouds,
is courteous but unintelligable)

i have read the portents - perhaps
the sky is not so sure