Nov 20, 2006

Things That Fall From the Sky

your crisp jacket
burns my shoulders like a red lake
keep me in your straight on stare
the night was made for your eyes
the look of glass

tuneless canyons
gathering darkness

sweeping sails
chartless

or the way you gesture this daydream
without ashtray

your wrists are just wrists
soft & heartless

4 comments:

hiccup said...

ahhhh, this is where you post them.
goody. found it thru that women only blog. i'm really bad at blogging, is why i didn't join.

the last in this is killer

Tasha Klein said...

don't worry about it, i threw that blog up for my daughter and a younger sister, neither one of em ever showed up. anyway we just post there when we feel like it, considered taking it down but what the hell!

glad u dropped by.. come to myspace, it is a nice break from easy bored.

luv ya,
Tash

Russell CJ Duffy said...

love the way you de-construct words. it comes out like a puzzle to fathom its hidden depths. fascinating.

Mandy said...

very nice poem