|leaves of indescretion
||[Jun. 20th, 2005|03:39 pm]
Creative & Free
oh, this face, to holding back tears,|
why here and why now? no good reason.
the lonesome stopped speaking
when the phones stopped ringing.
she hid in her watery chest,
no rowing this afternoon, no paddle.
waves atop purplish heart,
vein failure post haste.
greyblue glued to television
screens filled with nothing.
there once was a time
we could sneak like mice.
creaky cracked doors hidden behind dreams,
memory withstanding, come alive,
here and now.
let us change faces,
deja vu in poetry.
turn table fingers on top of
the greenest, wettest grass.
flies flying, not being swatted.
buzzing lightly around this room.
beeping fax machines and blistering
hearts, fevered and undone for years, now.
blank paper sheets in reams,
it is all recycled and fresher than you.
wet paint signs on white picket fences.
drawing lines in the ocean
with sand-tipped pencils.
new tattoos on top of