The wind creeps like foggy tiny pieces
Taunting like a phantasmal bleakness
And my toes are shaking like a baby’s
With a spilling from my eyes of sight
A black chilly blanket over my abruptness
And my overgrown body reaches over
To tap upon a dashing glow pressuring
And pursuing from the confines of my discourse
A shuffling and erasing of vines through the window
Grasp and lunge at open skin to tear
A failed gasp and matches thrust to burn
The emptiness replaced with cyclonic twirls
Of macaroni masterpieces upon a winter train
But the twisting of metal screeches to halt my desires
Of pursing marshmallow clouds and candy air
Dreams meet with night and the scent of chaos
As twilight spins a needle through the air above my brow-
Oh dear sweet chariot of gold, steel and rust
Won’t you hold my fragile bones and be
My redemption; savior from the sea
For the winds have brought change and waves
And the undertow has its sights on me

09/19/2009

Posted on 09/19/2009
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