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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