she breathes disease in wonder
weeps havoc and idle loneliness
caresses fears soothingly then
slaps them in the face
time chants with hushed ridicule
animosity grows in gardens lacking
in rain & sunflowers
stunted growth of Truth and fierce
Belief and everything dies,
eventually.
lovers of stars and fools in the rain
kiss contentment with open mouths
& carelessly we fall into Habit.
half-truths become preoccupied with the
need to eat something whole to still
the aching rumbling the thunderstorms
bring & the lightening show that never truly
closes the darkness, just makes it more
permanent as far as permanence goes.

we shuffle in with lead feet and all
these intentions in our head
but if it wasn't for that damn sun
we'd still be playing dead.
dec. 1, 02

12/02/2002

Posted on 12/02/2002
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