width=61 height=87> Voracious Verses
Winter / Spring 2012


Scott Waldon


There's a Blues

There's a blues ringing in my ears.
A rapping against the cellar door,
yet there are no stairs , no lift;
There is no one there.
The looking glass is steamed up from the
heavy breathing of fear,
somewhere between reality and truth
sleeps the beastial bluesman
fingering the skinstrument
of emptiness.
 2012  Scott Waldon

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