a poem by Ray Brown

the cross of a

the cross of a
woman on steps
of a library
blind
with dog and bottles
full of leftover
liquor
washed up on
the shores of
the boulevard
morphine
of voices on her
lips
and
a juggernaut
of
pale stars
in her
thighs

© by Ray Brown
 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #5 ~ September 2009