Sunday, April 02, 2006

a new thingy

You cupped my breast and turned away


I like bow ties and bicycles

it was never so much about cobblestone

if you really loved me, you'd pick up that penny

el mar, thalassa, sea

you see the blue wall

we are kept from our deepest thoughts
by each other

when I wake up I want to dream of you

when I wake up I want to go snorkeling
you'll play dress up

this is our luckless organ
made of alleyways

1 comment:

will said...

i like the disjointed-ness (disjunction?) or, i don't know, the seperation between lines. i really like:

"when I wake up I want to go snorkeling
you'll play dress up

this is our luckless organ
made of alleyways"

i think you might be a poet.

i like bicycles

w