Wednesday, December 21, 2005

sometimes dark is the color

because there is no way
some freak should attack
some elderly painters
at 6:50 AM in the morning.

Beverly Hills.

Still trying to wrap my head around
that random violence.

My dad attends the funeral
today of his fellow painter.

Killed in the line of action.
A commercial painting job.

6:50 in the morning.

Senseless.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home