it was no stone of resurrection
but pearly witness of affection
i lost that last piece of a prey
that's never been a holiday
it's somewhere lying on the ground
and never going to be found
it's lost between the strangest things
and dreams of rain and spreading wings
if only stone knew how to fly
towards a sunlight flooded sky
© 2011
Friday, September 23. 2011
as if someone had died
Saturday, September 17. 2011
the trouble with dates
the trouble with dates:
they taste so sweet
and they're so sticky
they smell like soft rain
or french streams in spring
or fried fish and steak
or certain shops and pubs
or sweaters
so many a days go by
so many a waters flow
and when a dog's tail wags
i shall be walking
but with fry in my ear
so i don't have to think
© 2011
they taste so sweet
and they're so sticky
they smell like soft rain
or french streams in spring
or fried fish and steak
or certain shops and pubs
or sweaters
so many a days go by
so many a waters flow
and when a dog's tail wags
i shall be walking
but with fry in my ear
so i don't have to think
© 2011
Thursday, September 15. 2011
imagine those who feel deeply
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