Thursday, July 28, 2011

august nothing.

August nothing.

I will come back to you
Like English tea
Staining the cuff of your business shirt
Resembling a puddle neath
An insipid light
You will turn ever so slight
To see if I am there
& of course, I will not be
But my tousled spirit
Shall set you chin-down consumed
As I am far away
Behind a fog drift window
Near yellow-pink chrysanthemums
Lifting their chins to dear me it all
For it is much too late to not know
Some things certainly
Love plays like sunlit chords
-        When it ends, you are either inspired or
Long to be dead.

Puppet shows are for children, yes?

Friday, July 8, 2011

a wish.

a wish

 Inside this life of yours and mine
I can not wish for anything more
Except for the very thing of it
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