they’re all selling it or hiding it
or searching and not finding it
too scared or wont admit
to caving in and trying it
they’re denying it
and lying just in spite of it
too dull to admit they counterfeit
yet they all swear
beyond compare
that they would give their life for it
Day: January 1, 2009
slowing poetry
poetrybecause our imaginations seem
to slow as the crowds take vacation
heading home to see mom and dad
hopefully the man in red and determine
to be resolute rather than allow our fingers
to slide somehow romatically over these
keys and lull our blog into blissful
beauty of heartfelt words
but then
blog is such an ugly word
its perhaps best we just act like
you’re reading this in a quality
glue bound journal
I really don’t know
what’s going on here
but,
I think I’m
okay with it.
Just don’t let me catch you throwing rocks at the windows again.
the sieve and the sand 