Yet another rayless noon,
birds scaterring on my stomach
and all the worst fears
mingled in my eyes.
Out in front of carnivals,
tomorrow,you'll have a fight
against a freckled rock.
While i'm fighting the war
over electrodes of worries...
until the hills are darkening
and rolled-over waters
drowned my eyelids...
visioning you lying in bed,
slapping time to move fast
and cure your swollen body...
for you to breath calmly
under the shining clouds
the next refreshing day.
Sometimes it's strange
how waterproof nightmares
circles the stems of courage...
stinking the air we breath....
maybe...that's life.
No comments:
Post a Comment