Saturday, March 13, 2010

The Quarterback by The Rockwells

tension

all these years  (i) dreamt of you,
[muscles coiling]

in the night

i  (never rest).
today

i sang one  (merciless goodbye)
and

imagined your hand
in

her hand

all the existential moments (and)
the bliss

so

i go  [back to sleep] as
i have been for seven

years

and say farewell
to

(single you), to

single me.

No comments:

Post a Comment