i thought i was immortal but then i died

later laments like the skin flicks of the truly uninspired

lip synched cries of passion, my Saturday night

when my common sensical stepped out for a smoke

     i'm not

ridiculously well with words

like i should tell you that i tremble when your lip quiver

quick shiver, that i wander in your glassy stare

aimless and endless

a spoonful of river water in the ocean

and just like the naughty words used

the broken fist linguistics of my albatross

this will be the last time i stare indifferent while you fantasize

about life in the real world

how it'd make you feel tangible

instead of scribbled illegible

on pink construction paper

and i'd tell you how you hang in the air

like a Weakerthans song on a Sunday drive

my roads reminded

by iron bridges that span small streams

like my reaching out

for your reaching back

Reviews

[Christie Moses]

completely brilliant!