wishday birth

by rain70

Posted to Poetry on 2003-06-13 07:07:00

There’s a fairly good fire.
Maybe months without flag
Will come in coma
Where there are curtains
Like letters
With excessive post.

Never believe the words
Of a man or the tears
Of a woman.

Panic is because the body learns.
To touch is heat.

To burn is to need.

To lie inspite of empathy

And because.