The Eternity Door
Poems remain forever unfinished, only to be completed by each new reader - Dan Eric Slocum
Friday, October 7, 2011
pinhead (all of my angels caught dancing)
the first-class red-eye to the sanest stretch of night’s crossing;
lounging, sleeping, melting
a halo of beloved cats.
“Boze, it’s my favorite time of the day!”
these inward travels—laying here—fetal—suffuse with color
dance me all the way to some orange edge.
—show me joy!