Sunday, February 26, 2012

Waters Singing on my Toes

Roll into a numb bliss
The rhythmic beating of wind on the eyelashes
Trees and sillhouttes flit past
Until the nuances of great and good
Is blurred
Into a numb bliss
Into a quiet rooftop song
That no one will hear
No one will need to

Bliss, once and since
It is

....And the last note will linger
Through each time a bottle shatters
Or a joint burns out
And a misplaced tear wets your water-proof toes...

Bliss, once and since
It has been.