Sunday, November 9, 2008

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It rolls under my

tongue

And goes to sleep like

an exhausted dog.

Oblivious to the

thieves that sneak

in and out of my mind.

Someone opens a

window but no

light filters in.

My heart heaves

Like the ocean

Filled with shipwrecks

and scarred by

storms. Invisible

lacerations that lurk

20 feet beneath

the surface.

Somewhere far away

Life honks its distant horn.

A container rumbling the earth

with its weight, somewhere

beyond the precincts of horizon.

Floating away.

A maroon island in sea blues.

I call it feeling sad.


 

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