lately i haven't been able to see
past the burning in my chest
the encrusted layer that prevents me from
breaking the eye and living like the normals live

leaning out over the green fondant of Ireland
his eyes china blue beckon from below
where i can almost believe i won't bleed him to death
beside where i lie

fateful, if not real
this blue moon striping the sky of validity
too low to the earth not to notice
is pure malaise ignited

barely do i know what to cry anymore
this bride hopeful and sad and loved
a gloom merchant wondering why she is here in his arms, buried

12/12/2005

Posted on 12/12/2005
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