Monday, May 12, 2014

The Fire in the Fog (continuation of SkyFalls)

Sleeping
with your arms
under your head

is violence.

Rain
like dimes kissing
the window

above your head –

the same rain
that has put me
to bed

just as I
had put you
to bed

in the same space
where you put us
to rest.


I scared you
you scarred me;

like a cigarette:

left chasing
a freebase buzz
that will never

materialize.

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