Monday, October 29, 2012

cause i get nervous
and shy and my
crippling contengents of
hopeless ambition echo
inside my hollowing
heart of bruises and
confessions and meatlessness.

i'm going to run to the water
where i sit weightless and hold
my own hand in the breeze
and the tides because no one
ever convinces you how you
lived is right, when everything
you know shudders to the left.

when anything you know shifts to the left.

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