Friday, January 22, 2010

Wintry Helper


“Give me your hand, child, I’ll tuck it in my pocket.

Close your eyes, child, tight against the snow.”

Eyelashes with little milky dew,

Sealing everything together

With frosty iced glue.


It was a snowstorm,

And you remember it because you had

Never seen anything like it before.


Your hand had been given away in a strange pocket

It was too cold to feel it anymore.

And yet, the bitter wind felt like an ally

A wintry helper took your Californian soul.


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Thursday, January 21, 2010

You are now running on low battery


one wet afternoon

i found myself looking for those few

escapist words


i was soaked to the core by

rivers outside and inside running

dirty thick almost sweet


i searched all around

your name my sweet darling

ain’t paper anymore


remnant of the liquid word

remnant of your liquid tongue


dirty thick flowing rhyming

you'll drink my mouth all


easy rhymes rhyming with

your name

after mine

trapped in books

florescent

white

your image is so bright

your eyes don’t look so blue anymore


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