Sunday, October 3, 2010


Carnal image of  lies
Implications of truth.

A red-eye moment
Of falsely high-pitched 'cheese',
And a single, miraculous moment
Of one pained smile.
No frame to drain
The glint from their eyes,
But a chalk of finger-prints...

For running over the faces...
One too many times.

But Time is a ghost,
Bellows and grows,
Until it blows
It all away.

And away...

I have no home,
A small reason perhaps...

But the smile,
Those eyes,
The single, miraculous smile.

Mine, still mine,

All mine...

1 comment:

KC said...


letss see wat comes up wid dis :-T