Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Transient

Glittering dreams so far away
waking moments stolen by assimilated screams


they are always putting wires in my head for
the things I did and said
but the written flesh is alive
and those are tears you cry

Summer set
winter rise
frosty plume of breath across the neon netted sky

This is more than anyone of us can bear.

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