Wednesday, January 7, 2009

off the tip of montauk point

i never saw the lights
until they all went out.
i never lived until the water filled my lungs.
i'll take my risks,
wring my shallow wrists
until they're blue
and i can smile again at you.

2 comments:

the unholy atlantic said...

what now i have to write another one

Annie-Laure said...

are you guys in a contest to write 3,000 poems before i can read any of them? you are both succeeding.