Thursday, September 27, 2007


the dim crescent lunar

now cracking through slowly passing clouds

holding illimitable dominance over the shadow crowds

although each one seems to be aware of the consequences

I made 10 faceless enemies by sticking around for the show

all this is just a blur now

all this failing frequency finally letting go

it's the fear of you walking away

I remember the way you sang with the lights off

coiled around the trade winds blowing dust

from the old country lest you forget....

lest you somehow washed that taste of spent flares out of your hair

lest your faraway conscience and its legends return

it's the fear of you walking away

the crisp braids of Autumn loosen their architecture

and pardon the misery and hope you rented


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