Saturday, April 11, 2009

Falling Through (or the Longest Day)


I don't want to look stoopid, but that man I said was God just died.


Quit looking at me.





Depression’s largess
Hood over fallen tears, short
Fall of heart not skill


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Shame wipes a damp brow
Salted self-preservation
Casts itself seaward


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Nets gaping with holes
Cast hope into the ocean
The hollow buoy floats



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3 comments:

Chazzz said...

Spring whirlwind scatters
uncertain leaves lost adrift
gathering awaits

small bit more at chazzz.com.

Sunday's comin'...

Tattoo Girl said...

Drifts of flotsam
Beneath, a puddle of grease
A seeping secret.

Prevail.

Craig and Bethany said...

Your one liner under the photo says it all.