January 25, 2009
in the night
wish washing in your head
spilling onto the wise dark street
you beg dull stones to keep them
the whispers of your insanity
shame of your myopia
heaving on the glitter saturated air
finally letting those wishes and wants
come out to breathe the adventure

of dim

and dusk
That tricky night
with its unscrupulous time table
a siren to your desires
like depraved sailors
they creep and declare themselves
they are blinded by sunlight
and retreat to their ship
of bones and skin

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Batwoman said...
May 14, 2009 at 11:37 pm
I loved this poem it was amazing. You definitely have a talent. Keep writing and thanks for commenting on my poem.
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