Cacoethes Scribendi

"the insatiable urge to write"

Friday, January 20, 2012

Out of the wake
and into
the everlasting dawn
where the sky sinks low
and the earth goes on
and on
for miles upon endless miles
of plastic bottles
and scattered pills.


This
is the paradise you
hoped for -
the hidden heaven
you were told to dream of;
but the promised land
came with a price,
    and the gardener
only has
two hands.