Monday, May 01, 2006
Urban Discant
by R.L. Wisdom
Jinn
Before I knew
what bridles my thoughts,
an ethereal presence
guided me unwilling
and unsuspecting into
a new embankment
of its choosing.
Belled
Locust buzzing.
My heretofore unknown
feelings come to bear.
My mind searches
for conveyances;
into the lonely
night they rage.
Rowel
Among the cogs
and permutations a plan
is hatched: it will
sever unceremoniously
what once was. The
only hitch in this
giddy-up boldly wavers.