Tuesday, April 20, 2010

shivo typo

lkg926://

by now we all know the answers
we know the drill to be applied
inside the claw foot creamery
the space where rotten winds blow
short of a sack pense complimenting
backward in style, forward blinking
the swirl of fate reevaluating its mission
and what of the mission we set upon not ten years ago?
what of the wonder inside our fresh and brash brains?
who's splendor is transferred inside a rustling pocket?
perhaps these and others, may never be known
mimicking sickness, left aside as we plow on, marching forward
crushing and sinking our dreams and hopes, heavily floating
bitty ideas flitting our mind like the awakened moth
we may never know again, we may never have known

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home