tangential
she told me it was a moment's space
and in the shift i'd follow suit.
but i only half-believe her drunken
wisdom,
thinking love will hold it's own.
so in the darkest hours of morning,
when she stumbles out of my periphery,
i'm not sure it's so cold without
it for the moment.
but it was a moment's space
and in the shift i'd follow suit.
so i think it's all a shame,
a peel from the skin of our years,
that you'd forget to call,
to write,
and give me the simple satisfaction of a
late-night check-in.
posted by Mikester @ Wednesday, March 29, 2006
2 comments
2 Comments:
Mikester, I like your blog. Anywhere I find a fellow writer - though I stick pretty much to prose - I am intrigued. Too many blogs about making money through the Internet. Not enough blogs with content worth the money, like I find in yours.
Keep up the verse, friend.
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Suffering and laughter through a redemptive lense: http://surfcountry.blogspot.com/
...oh, another thing - how did you get the background photo in your nameplate/masthead? I've been trying to get that for months!
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