I will cut through the grasses in the night
A sea asleep at the knees
Rustling waves to keep me in the light
Hanging fat in heaven's window.
I'm too heavy to sink beneath this surface
Forever ill and at my ease
Peace an antidote for poisons
I do not have, at war inside of me
A snatch of verse scratched out on paper
Crinkled in a crumpled fist
I'll let you know when I finally get them down
And not the other way around.
Saturday, December 01, 2012
I'm bad at vulnerability I like to tie off places Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...
-
To slumber And not be tossed about Like an incomplete formula In the mind of a mathematician Is a good thing The solution Lies in reme...
-
She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
-
Shadow Simon says: somewhere along the way Shadow Simon says: you've lost sight of who you are Shadow Simon says: and you lost the words...
No comments:
Post a Comment