Stan Petrovich

Rookie - 208 Points (10/27/1950 / Fort Riley, KS)

Bury The Night - Poem by Stan Petrovich

sense it coming under the door
the feelers of icy night
running lascivious fingers through short hair
like little winds and breaths
my cranium their catscan
my eyeballs but glowing targets


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 22, 2012



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