on to the next distraction (attempt #1 for Nick)
by piphed
Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-08-22 21:00:00
gazing in the lying eyes of time
cursing my hope, what is left
agonizing over these boot heel trenches you’ve left
that cut me from myself
weakened by every days mundane thoughts
i beg to be drowned by distraction
for you are too big to get past
yes, time does have appearance sake
sweeping under rugs and all
but the slightest weight
causes a crashing through
every time