Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Out running the fences
Back where we were
Those lonely people

Last tastes of cement
Cigarette ashes
Little halos that chase the tired eyes

Split rusted links
Little voices calling names
When caught in the wind

Moments together
Floating on water
Washing down the drain

Crisscrossing touches
Run down our sides
Deep as barbed wire

You’re just like a star
But you never shine like the sun

Two blue eyes
That could open up slowly
Covering everything with
Snow
White
Feathers

Just shine like the sun

3 Comments:

Blogger Ultra Toast Mosha God said...

Crisscrossing touches
Run down our sides
Deep as barbed wire

oh yes!

:-)

4:15 AM  
Blogger Ultra Toast Mosha God said...

I just read this again.

The quote I chose for my last comment is so economical. It says so much - injuring one another with the most well meaning of touches.

I loved this line too:

"Moments together
Floating on water
Washing down the drain"

7:07 AM  
Blogger The Duke said...

Thanks!

I really thought of changing the second last line to just a dash mark.

8:25 PM  

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