15/05/2012 - No Comments!

here is a poem of mine.

see. I told you would be better with posting. here is a newer piece I wanted to share.

(window ledges)

That summer I bussed it

City to valley and back

Each day

Stones grew in my heart

And fingers tensed along window ledges


I cried as

The valley remained dry

Those days

Spit in spurts between fatigue and fairy tales

Novels at novellas


Between lines

So much said turned out wrong


I could not tell

Where the river and road met

Nor handle tiny hands peeled with thirst,

The tearing away of love

Walking out of doors

It smelled


Of creaking agony

That summer where

Every stone between bus and home

Grew in my heart and stuck between toes


I could not stay or goodbye

Did not know real from fiction


I hugged and whispered them

It is not over yet

Look over the mountaintop

I will be back



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