Mad As Snow

When everything is lost the world wears a thick blanket, come home all sails to your beaten docks, come home siren and fathers, everything is lost, come home lost hearts and frightened fingers, we need you to close our white eyes still mad as snow. [youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AeM0l39f9pA&w=545&h=349] 00   

Pontius Pilate

A draft poem inspired by the image above. — He sits in front of his computer, lip droop and stale air, feet stretched ready for summer, he is counting the miracles that didn’t happen, speaking raisin and cornbread, he’s been lied to but still unsure, the little boy who got away is burying a photo [...]