I caught the sunset early today, sailing
on blood-red whiskey waves
with you.
We flayed the world open, like
the white and breathing moon....
I held you
high above the churning, burning
tide, sycamores danced in our
milky-way sky.
At sunset the world departed and I,
to never see you again.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
rain
The rain you couldn't see or taste or
touch
was in your eyes, a vapid, vaporous
gray
Death-flavored muses.... There was a time in easter when
the world was lit with pyres,
you wanted to be one of them
but the nail polish got in the way.
Its a silly,
silly
life out there
she whispered from her pedestal.
Just turn and walk away.
touch
was in your eyes, a vapid, vaporous
gray
Death-flavored muses.... There was a time in easter when
the world was lit with pyres,
you wanted to be one of them
but the nail polish got in the way.
Its a silly,
silly
life out there
she whispered from her pedestal.
Just turn and walk away.
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