Holding my hand against the light
I see lines few others would spot
A burnt trail (the saucepan was hot)
An old gash from a childish fight
Bite marks from a stifled scream
Nail semicircles on a nervous palm
Razor marks untreated with balm
Prints from a hand-holding dream
Fortune-tellers will never know
What lines decide how fate must go
Monday, January 31, 2005
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
..
There is an undetected crack
In the construction
Between the first and second floors
Of the universe
The sun does not shine into the crack
On most days
It is a dark space with no reason to exist
I live there
The undetected crack in the construction
Between yesterday
Which I hold responsible for all my mistakes
And tomorrow
Which does not let the sun shine on me
On most days
In the construction
Between the first and second floors
Of the universe
The sun does not shine into the crack
On most days
It is a dark space with no reason to exist
I live there
The undetected crack in the construction
Between yesterday
Which I hold responsible for all my mistakes
And tomorrow
Which does not let the sun shine on me
On most days
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
...
My podgy little index finger
Was still warm
And moist
From being held in your hand
It gripped an iron rail
I felt it grow strong
And cold
The day I learned to stand
Was still warm
And moist
From being held in your hand
It gripped an iron rail
I felt it grow strong
And cold
The day I learned to stand
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Bug
.
Shh!
Don’t Move!
There
Is
A
Bug
On
Your
Collar
THWACK!
Gone.
You are welcome!
So, what were you saying?
You’re through with me?
Shh!
Don’t Move!
There
Is
A
Bug
On
Your
Collar
THWACK!
Gone.
You are welcome!
So, what were you saying?
You’re through with me?
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