'nothing came out'
whistling forward my concubines
coffee grinds and age old wines
waiting for our slower times
to unfold softly..seeking vines
and climb to faintly reveal the
SILENCE..
of broken mimes
with unspoken rhymes
the rest is history
we are still young
for..
darkened circles crease with age
living in spite is all the rage
suspended clock-we stare in line
passerbys and fun sooo fine
cigarettes through red of wine
relaxes the melting slip of time
coffee grinds and age old wines
waiting for our slower times
to unfold softly..seeking vines
and climb to faintly reveal the
SILENCE..
of broken mimes
with unspoken rhymes
the rest is history
we are still young
for..
darkened circles crease with age
living in spite is all the rage
suspended clock-we stare in line
passerbys and fun sooo fine
cigarettes through red of wine
relaxes the melting slip of time