Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Pieces of Sand Through the Glass

pieces of pain
and paint and
a stain
shaped like an onion
with skin of a rat
with fat
litter the place
where it rained
where I claimed
where I stayed
and layed my past
to rest a restless sleep...
pieces and grains
of saddened recall
and long lost lines in sand
litter the hall
and cause me to fall
in time with those
pieces of sand
through the glass

By Jason Loya 9.9.06