Saturday, June 23, 2007
mirrors worth a thousand memories
the after image red in retaining
retire the passerby and bury me deep
now cover the spot with wax
and trace a path with the wet licked tip of your finger
for the spirit to travel
ever after the stained walls wavering
ever after that room where she lay stretched out on cold stone
what were those archaic books?
and in what language was that did I hear you smile?
float forgetful and bury me deep
Are you now rising where we last set?
met first and ended up?
Are you prizing your victory for never showing up?
tidal trials and you know I can't skip rocks
any further then I can swing from trees
I want you to know where I lay.