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
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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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 ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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