22 January 2018

Tunnel Dark Lashes



It is tunnel dark
When this sawmill
Worker faces his
Dirty, dull, dangerous

Mid-winter’s week.

Today rain lashes
My asphalt rooftop.
Such an apt sado-
Masochistic metaphor.

Soon I will
Be on the road
With you and your
Lash, my love.

2 comments:

ib said...

I have to ask, I am always wondering. Is that you in the picture of the sawmill ?

Nice poem.

Mr. Beer N. Hockey said...

You would know if it might be me if the Internet provided you the the most important sense of all: smell. You could probably smell the whisky off me at the time of day this shot was taken even from as far away as the photographer’s lens.