Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Deadbeat

My own oxymoron

Dead
Dark
Nothing
Gone

Beat
Pulse
Rhythm
Life

If there is no pulse
There is no beat
There is nothing
But silence.

But silence
Is something
an empty promise
waiting to be broken
over and over
Deadbeat

3 comments:

Ma said...

does this mean we're not hanging out tonight... haha, did you get my text sucka? let me know what's good.... OTAY?

the Book of Keira said...

We're hanging out.... right??

Maggie Moo said...

Very clever. I KNOW we're hanging out in October.