Monday, February 9, 2009

tall grass

a hero dream would be nice,
craggy cliffs and
that moment about the hair
and resolution and
the sparkle on your cornea
that too
while rambling freaks
soliloquize about how much
they loved us
(i mean, me. you never let
anyone love you. you don't exist)
circus redemption and hey
you could run away, if you wanted
but i don't think you do.

2 comments:

Ianthe Wilde said...

i feel like this epitomizes your poetic tendencies. in a good way, it's good. do you know what i mean?

Annie-Laure said...

i love this soooooo much. can we talk about it?