Eyes search the ground
skull swollen with grief
words separate this fall
like the barrier reef.
The rain keeps coming
the waves on insist
each tear, each river,
flows south, to the wrist.
For each winter?
For each rotten year?
For how many to come?
A blink on the line?
A beep on the scale?
Thrown back after the catch.
Cast again and dismiss.
- Oct. 25 2013 -
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Monday, November 11, 2013
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Done.
Vague.
Poured out.
Shaking
Echoing breaths over sheets
This is true
This is pain
Where's my ocean,
To save me?
Poured out.
Shaking
Echoing breaths over sheets
This is true
This is pain
Where's my ocean,
To save me?
Labels:
life,
LOVE,
Poetism,
sick,
THE FUTURE,
the present
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