footprints
where we watch our footprints wash away in
the sand as the water comes up to flood our
hearts too. lock hands and pretend to be brave.
white window panes. dusty book shelf spider
leg cracks, a dream leant to me from a friend.
walked this way, an edge in the distance
play by play of the heart ache, as bad as
the record scratches, and cut-out stars she
pins to her dress. se we pretend to dream,
still touching her body, a mime sleeping, and
singing her unconscious movements. i drink and
drown, and wash away with our footprints.
this (of course) is none of anybody's business.
what's the meaning of this? kissing dirt.
reduced, let out and carved. filled with ginger and garlic.
follow us...
i make no promises
kill me here.
now.
don't wait for a resurrection.
(i start to wonder if
you'd even care. and
i sort of think
you wouldn't. so
i sort of think
i will.)