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i have never been so mesmerizedby something as insignificant asa passing cloud or a pieceof splintered woodnever held my breath for anythingas ordinar..
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it feels likei have wrung thelast color from the skiesand sunsets?are just numbersoff the calendarstrangers have neverbeen more as they arejust like m..
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one month aftera car accidentat a funeral,'i have nothingto say to make senseof his abrupt death',your eyestried to tell me'i understand'and'i'm sorry..
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i wonderif you could ripmy heart out of my chestwould it still have thatpulsating beat in yourclumsy hands?to which you would sayi have been watching ..
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he should get a doctorto check the buzzingin his earsa faith healerto rub an herbalconcoction onhis legsfor he imagined the hands,that playfully pinch..
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it hasoutgrown thepotit wasplanted inthe bougainvilleaso that thepothas cracked,broken inand crawlingwith vines
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if he could,there would be a mantra anda salutation foreverythingjust as there is a needfor space sometimes betweenus and everyone,the night your fath..
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rainwater tracesthe blades and midribsof cocoa leavesin backyards and porchesare bicycles rustingin the rainwe stand by the windowsin separate housesu..
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quiet nights,the sleepy driverbehind the wheelthe slow trafficthe slick televisionsin posh condominiumsflashing advertisementsout the window,the gloss..
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four years ago,you were listening tothe same song aboutheartbreak to feelif your heart was reallybroken,since it was stuckand playing the same tunesom..
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