Oct 17, 2005 21:49
some more words...
checking for a pulse
running my calloused fingers along the grain of your skin
fractured to begin with and now I can't comprehend how things spiraled out of control
so abruptly and they cannot get any worse so i'm sure it must be
a test of endurance or will or mind
the louder the alarm
the quicker i'll resign to fall on a knife
i will stifle my words
stagger my walk
haunt the city
block by block
sink to the bottom
i can only look up
at the waves like stones
as to breathe in bursts
of fluid example
set to pace
-in-out-
heads rushing by
opposite motions holding high
ignorant stance
confident glance
we'll do it again if we get the chance
you and i speak in frilled words
on the fringe
we pass things off as passe and so done
the things we regard, funny because
we're on too high a pedestal to fall
but where we might find an imperfect irreconcilable difference is unclear
so closing our eyes is forging new frontier