Tuesday, July 10, 2007

continuum

she rests above the night
while i am below the floorboards.
and like a canary;
they sing
sing through the miles.
i've got the know the feeling
as they shrink under my feet.
down by they seaside
people turn away
because all i have are words
and they frighten those
who aren't kin to them.
they revel in their abandon
as i lay down to die.
how do you let it ride?