sideway glances
and the mirror strikes again,
with elemental piercings
through crawling liquid veins

and frozen fruit is not enough
to pass the time
while heavy lullabies
are opened wide...

the mansion's daily musings
with string quartets
and guitarhums
and cymbols full of
sentimental symbolism...
are now spidersplicing the mirror
just as the rest...

the phantom echoes of songs sung
in the quiet car trapped air,
haunt my pulses, leaving my heart
barren naked
with no woolen sweaters to guard me
from the bluest flames of winter...

10/20/2002

Author's Note: *went to a concert in Kent lastnight while visiting my beloved tinkerbell, and getting back to the car, find it is broken into and my ENTIRE collection of cd's is gone. my tenderhearted self is lost without my years upon years of heart and soul collection of music that means everything to me...what is one to do, but write poetry and be sad, and soon move on?

Posted on 10/20/2002
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