inertia

by sasha

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-10-26 14:28:00

Parent message is 311770
my morning is unmoving.

she’s comotose,
it’s around fourthirty
and i’ve mistaken afternoons
for slowly rising suns.

raining.
pavement raw and soft
with the scent of cloud.

last night, we’d collapse
in rock gardens.
just me and the sky.
and while lying on my couch,
you’d swear he wasn’t there.

i’m spinning as i fall,
i sink into your open eyes,
die as you shut and turn away.


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