musical sleepless nights
i eat each volume of tones with relish
it's such a surge, such a beautiful
soft drizzle of moments

i can't help but try and imitate
the guttural cry of ineptitude
masses untold yet held

i'm a wicked rain on your doorstep
i run after cold heartaches and cold suppers

voice on repeat
it's only how you see it

plain-faced i lay
ears tuned for (hearing) the sound
of many chorusing fouls

what i live for
is that fleeting moment
in becoming music.

01/18/2008

Posted on 01/18/2008
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