November 2010
3 posts
being safe
there is no wonder in being safe
filled into a calm surface.
living a burnished trace of life on
the gilt framed mirror of you.
thinking of reasons to sporadically
emit words of affection
choosing think emptily
there was the unseen beginning of
joy transitioning to existence
and we are humbled by circumstance
to live upon the structure of life
rather than in it.
should i urge contrary...
my fingers are cold because you are not here
there was a moment of supposed meaning
between your eyes and mine
and so it turns out that the wine accidentally
gives us intentions.
and as i reached our shared understanding
saw you stand aside and it was my eyes
that were betrayers.
we spoke phone words, mobile
and angry
in the end i no longer was a text target
but i knew that going into this
your hair is much too beautiful to be...
The quality of the driving is inversely proportional to the size of the Cadillac