An annuated Irishman with a spotty publication history trying to write one decent poem every couple of days for the rest of his miserable God-bedeviled life in the obviously contradictory hope that he will thereby find salvation.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Sijo: Route 93
Driving north toward the mountains, in rain, the sky lightening
Another day in court, not much money to be made, I know
I will never be rich, but god gives me this soft rain instead.