Thursday, November 09, 2006

la da dum

loose hair
climbing ladders
infinite walking
into the oblivious..

the slightly toned muscle
the teeth that make no sense
the purpose that never ends.

the good,the bad
and the orange.
talk of tales long ago
and the people we used to be.

so much for the city,tall buildings
and tunnel music.
for sorrow breaks the day in the likeliest places.
like a mistletoe that you try to
avoid when you're too shy.

captivating November sun,
changing lives by hiding behind
the now leafless trees.

1 comment:

ManiK said...

and the train track will take
all the wounded ones home
and i'll be alone...
Fare Thee Well, Sara Jones...