the ice in my drink

by sasha

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-09-07 20:36:00

chatters against
my crooked teeth.

i’m sedating
the thought
that i am amounting
to the nothing
my mother promised me.

i’m slowing
the process of my thoughts
to syrup.

remembering
the song i have sung
to the loathsome and
the wanderers. that
love can never last
and a promise is meant
to be broken.

and i sing
of your secret kiss
and taste the cold
that comes with nothingness.