Black Hearts by Robin Wyatt Dunn

It’s a staunch regard,
The native son,
He waxes and wanes on your thorn,
On your gun.

Be ready for his look
over the sidewalk
Brainy and a boisterous lividity
leaks out his skin

into your mind.

Robin Wyatt Dunn writes and teaches in Los Angeles. He's online at robindunn.com and fb.com/settdigger .

Robin Wyatt Dunn writes and teaches in Los Angeles. He’s online at
robindunn.com and fb.com/settdigger .

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s