Posted by Lini on January 28, 2002, at 13:05:48
In reply to Re: more poetry... , posted by Sourceror on January 24, 2002, at 22:44:51
heavy like syrup
i choke on
the futility
of it
waiting for
pills to
swim into my brain
waiting
for light
to saunter across
the living room floori could bleed
sympathy
if cut deep enough,
could bleed for
the little girl
who
got lost
between synapses,
but it's late
and parts of me
are thirsty
enough to forget,
my sink full
of merlot stained
wine glasses,
shaded remnants of
this sleeping
heart.
poster:Lini
thread:17112
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