for i favor
by Cora
Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-06-26 23:56:00
your touch
your voice
your laughter
but lost with
intrigue that
no longer
hits
roots
fare to capsized
plane trips
and land in nowhere
to be found
and live gone
from here to
the ground
bore wreckless
iceskates
and watch what hits
next
land and jumpe
upon this gaschamber
for it seems to
have a
lemon scent
where insects go
to hide
retreat and glide
away
from here
from me
from this stupid
death of
a world
for there it surrounds
me
i see where others cry
tears and i try
for i try to
give my
sympathy
in growth i never
surpassed
lost to the
immaturity the
grasp for unkowing and
never unraveling
this past