Sunday, November 13, 2005

what did you imagine,
when the snow first fell?
did you see the beautiful stars at night,
when the eyes of the angels wept,
or was there something broken in you,
as your breath could be seen....

the choas of the departed,
leave the shores of concrete bare,
and in our own fortress, the walls,
they crumble now in despair.

what was your question, and did you ever dare ask?
what more did you need in the rain and ice,
as i slipped and broke myself

in the predawn mornings,
filled with shots of whatever is left,
the bottles clatter in the garbage
as something ruminates for being alive.

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