Sunday, February 10, 2008

a final marriage of dreams and imagery before i start another day.

snow lined streets -
parapets of powder soft beneath my feet.
if it weren't for the cold,
i'd forget that i was living
and i'd walk off into nowhere
and finally start giving.

2 comments:

the unholy atlantic said...

This one is kind of depressing. It's nice to read though.

As to your query, it's just easier for me to write more chaotic poetry recently. Maybe I'll get organized in the future, but things are kind of crazy right now.

quonnie4 said...

i am jealous of your rhyming skillz