fretting fog
yellow garden path
abandoned street
time to spread the sky
on a table in the evening
the point placed to follow the logic behind glass windows
and october
this massage muzzle after the rising edge
to soften the yellow smoke
glass windows modify minutes curled around the known
inverse time you've known them all
I am the night
interfere in the morning
the afternoon and the way we know
already know
more voices under the eyes think
fall death to know that my music
dare to measure my life
you're all I started
sleep peaceful quiet distress
afternoon lunch
a well-known sea window through the narrow streets in the
evening
to see the long dirt finger implementation
tired cry of the prophet authority
imposed quickly
ocean at sunset time
as I smile then
not Prince Hamlet
I have another song
I wake to sleep in the voice of the wind blowing
people do not think uh water
we drown
scarf beach stroll
Source poem: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by
T.S. Eliot.
http://www.foundpoetryreview.com/blog/impromptu-17-jeff-griffin/
http://www.foundpoetryreview.com/blog/impromptu-17-jeff-griffin/
