Prophet

“It’s all lust and ashes”, quotes the filthy eyed prophet a squawking raven on swept sidewalk panoramic vision of her purview a lo mein domain, noodle boxes discarded chewing old bottle caps and spouting love songs the lowly fool cursed with the wisdom of gods she tends to dance a jig around the lunch hour what she prances for I do not presume to know there is a golden bell she keeps in breast pocket a broken, anguished sound it makes or at least I think so her eyes are of the wolf they speak of winter and indomitable spirits … Continue reading Prophet