10 October 2005
so long, dictionary
Been in a similar age,
circulated th years
through lens filters
til shade could bare th light
of our lives.Flipped dictionary pages at a funeral pace
searching for any word on why
we look away
from our loves. and sorry my bags were so heavy
my ribbons so tight
my dreams so unkindBut don’t let me depart
nor wait for me to leave;
if we are a cigarette
and evenly burningreach down from your heights,
through my hotel window:
make th mirrors tremble and
blow th ashes off my chest.# posted by hardyf : 21:23
