Monday, August 07, 2006

never come back

firescapes
scraping sway
of drunken

it hurts

flies gather
tiny circles
spiraling
create a sphere

there's something
that i wish to contain
there's some thing
that i often wander around
never successfully capture

eating carpet
midnight left
an hour ago
and her words there
hardened
against the window

'never
come back'

2 comments:

Brian Boutwell said...

"there's something
that i wish to contain
there's some thing
that i often wander around
never successfully capture"

Agian. To me that is a poem in itself.

burning moon said...

very nice. well done.