January 2010
5 posts
Don't let time shape us
I captured your scent in the palm of my hand Our hearts beat in the syncopated rhythms of Human Tomorrow Let there be no tomorrow
These books Words They civilise me Contain my feelings A moth in a jar Thin needle legs Against the thick glass Wings spanning vertical Hoping one day To be horizontal
These parallel worlds, feelings Are slightly burdening Toss them into the still air Winds that refuse to stir My cup of antitheses They will fall (as i have) They will get up (as i have tried)
We don't want the truth
We want fancy words and pretty things.