abductee
06/24/2010 11:14 a.m.


darkest ocean slides through the thirsty lanes
dressed in threadbare winds and holy stars
where eyes used to be spelled backwards
green velvet and pillowslips bled rosebuds
i hope you don’t do it properly that you don’t know how
that your courage will fail and my hope has to sink
into the skin with no incision to lean on and no hope
of entering the dancer’s vein i hope the darkest ocean
finds you well after murdering the blackberries
from the sides of streets and poetry books

but i do miss you

I am currently Calm
I am listening to Faith Hill