Wednesday, May 16, 2007

When Both Ends Touch

I haven't slept in days,

Not really.

Endless nights,

Give way to long days.

Autonomy was a blessing.



I had a front row seat,

To the end of my world.

It was me pressing on,

Full steamed delusions,

Signs everywhere,

Ignored.



I remember how sudden,

My perfect complacency,

Stopped.

Like a body hitting,

A sidewalk ,

From 26 years,

Above.

6 comments:

Mags said...

When both ends touch...brilliant.

the108 said...

God, I love your work. Let's run away together.

Brian in Mpls said...

mojitos in cuba are calling

Mags said...

Mojitos are my favorite drink.

I'm just sayin'

the108 said...

..... and I am answering the call.

Simply Jolene said...

I love this.