New poetry...finally
March 21, 2002 @ 11:02 a.m.
Poetry. Written last night. Not good poetry. But poetry.
I've broken the spell.
Or rather -- and I hate to admit it -- Kyle has.
Here's the two:
Fireflies
Still I ask
and still you wander, spinning your words
into a fabric too coarse to counter
Still you breathe
and still I expel the sickness in me,
which vogues through the clouds
on an airplane ride to bitterness
Still we both dance
like fireflies through the darkness
around the feelings we cannot chase.
Note: If you don't know who that one is about by now (meaning you're a chronic reader), then you're a bonehead. For those who don't read all the time, it's for Kyle. Click on his name or see the cast page.
Here's the other one.
Squint
The screaming details are what
get us in the end, you and I.
We're both all right as long as
we're hidden under our respective stones.
Neither of us too calm to rationalize,
we step carefully over that ledge
that we both must tumble down eventually.
Being young, we decide that ledge is fatal
and rather live for the moment.
So what happens when the moment has come and gone?
I've already seen her appear, dancing
in a rainbow shroud.
You may need to squint.
Hey, I never said that they were good, people. I just said that I wrote.
There has to be promise in that.
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