Monday, December 26, 2011


Receding rays refraction reveals
the churning of uncaring wheels
desertion of arcane ideals

dispersing demolition dust
turns the twilight sky to rust
as red as an illicit lust

filled heart before it's drained
for dreams are seldom (if ever) attained
or infrastructure sustained.


Paul Andrew Russell said...

Nice. :-)

rch said...

Thanks Paul, one of the last of the old knitting mills that once made Amsterdam an industrial powerhouse caught at just the right time, my wife thought I was nuts standing there waiting for the sun to get low enough.

Paul Andrew Russell said...

LOL Bob. :-) Aren't all artists nuts?