Drawing blinds.

Yes her heart is dripping

at the same pitch as the roof

I haven't fixed the faucet yet.

No, today i'll be finding tempos in raindrops

and losing my mind.

I'll attach my promise to the blinds

whenever I finally start drawing again,

who knows.

You'll have to have some faith in me.

Its a land of milk and honey beyond my eyelids

but I am a lid to this box,

and I keep my body chalked in smoke.

Eventually is the promise for eternity.

There I go again.

Blindly drawing myself drawing blinds.

Reviews

[sweetbuddha]

I loved this :) These are the kind of poems I love to read.

"I'll attach my promise to the blinds
whenever I finally start drawing again,
who knows.
You'll have to have some faith in me."

My favorite part. Kudos to such a great write :)

[roarke]

David, simply I think this is the best piece you've written and posted here. Great job.

[dukovan]

wow, thanks bill. really.