Jan 30, 2008 00:57
those surly white sands he caught while
tampering with boxes marked
with a discontent child with stuffy nose
by piles of spoons, pipes,
seen with small emissions of burning light
on the nightstand
his chest rising like a steady wave
as his heart dances
the voices he can't contain
flashes overtake his world
beams of light catch his flesh
like caramel on asphalt in July
melts, melts away with all his pain
leaving him all but blameless
with scars his lovers will never ignore