the glow of a streetlamp
lighting a stairway
below grade
recalls
rosy fingers
adds a little lift
to a winged sandal
here requisitioned for
the purpose of selling tires
if God is dead, what of the gods?
the glow of a streetlamp
lighting a stairway
below grade
recalls
rosy fingers
adds a little lift
to a winged sandal
here requisitioned for
the purpose of selling tires
if God is dead, what of the gods?