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