So if life isn’t a race then
Why is everyone running?
Day: July 8, 2009
in shadows
poetryyour skin feels softer in shadows
and
your words pulsate with
syrupy significance
and
your touches
electrify me
until i’m wide awake
in the middle of the night
wondering at the creation
of such a being as you.
poetry – an etymology in short form
poetryi could prose your love but
sexier i would find it shoulds’t it be versed
instead
Bury rhymes with terri(fying)
poetryDirt and other
certain types
of sedatives
surround us
as we
contemplate the simple joys
of being above ground
And of laying on it
cock-sure that we’d
never have to contemplate
the horror of a world contained
within a cramped, yet
relatively roomy pinewood box
For all eternity.
the sieve and the sand 