sitting here as it seems
with the light breeze which rubs
on my shoulder and onto my now closed eyes
as i sing along the quaint words of wonderwall

what you write transforms
into moving images which
trespass passes, amalgamate
the blocks into forming a
lustrous flow like the mercury which breaks

think of caffeine and i sip into my moulting tea
the cookie wait in soggy exhaustion
wanting to be gulped mixing and
lining the inners

theres you and theres me
and then theres we
what we do now
as these words form and disform and
and...

and..

my mind trickles into the breeze out and
i see that the times up much pretty

as she as they as all of us here
sleep
i manage to shake off
some to despair some to repair
some to try and some into an ode to piety

09/07/2009

Posted on 09/07/2009
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