momentary
time lapse (briefly) and
i
am running out on you,
jaded
and determined
to self-destruct
in
every way i can... cobalt
rompers
on the floor
and
mounds of shoes on shelves
and
scarves like lost daylight
in the trees
it is
everything (i never wanted) to
be.
i throw my coldest shoulder
to
the watch
by the clock
and miss you, one
tired old second
(second) at a time...
Saturday, July 31, 2010
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