Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Wow did I really write that?

Seventy five days away from nowhere
Can't see in front of me
can't see behind me
the cards
are pink and deadly in my future
bleak in nature.
Only the death card is alive, full of future and hope
only the death card has no humor
or too much.
What is that, another day?
walk walk walk
fracturing clearly with no clear fractures
give me rain.

1 Comments:

Blogger wala said...

it feels like rain.
another and another.
forever days.
love the echo that your
words reflect.

3/19/06, 5:14 AM  

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