slow work day

[ljgeoff]

so I wrote a couple of poems. First, I did this:

You'd think that the grey sky
Would be lonely and dull
But it glints like silver
Whispers against my face
Lifts the hair on my nape
Like a fierce, silver grin
Before the knife goes in.

Then, playing with it, I got this:

November Sky

You'd think that the grey wind
Would sound dull and broken.
Oh, no, silver it glints
Whispers against my skin
Soft and then loud again,
With the power of sin
Like a fierce, silver grin
Before the blade slips in.