Friday, April 11, 2014

Damn a Day

by Christine Fojas

Stall a day,
an act
as dark as dawn.

Fast hands
that ran
all that way.

What can
a man's past
say? Scry away.

That plan
was cast: a war.
A damn brawl.

That's a bad call
and all awry.
A man can cry.

Start and stray.
All cats yawn
And paw at art.

Park a car
and watch facts
dry. Play.

Damn a day.
Damn all days.
What lasts anyway?

Note: gimme a vowel, though y may be considered cheating. 

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