Friday, March 03, 2006
Gabriel's Light
photo by Molly CrealockNocturnal Gabriel speaks softly
Staring hippie-eyed
at the neon dining room
globe of white
“Electric lights are so strange
We steal power
from the earth
so we can meddle
with things when
we should be resting
so we can rise with the sun.”
Labels: 2001, philosophy, Poetry, west coast
