09242008

Sprinkle strange words on the island
like tattoing through the literature.
Fingers only felt the texture, the contour of a creature.
Touching skies around heart's favorite day,
only to calm a bristle by the autumn's gate.
The flight of boyish hope,
won't die and a boy won't let it die
but shook heads while words won't utter out.
Hoped it could last in YOUR mouth; SO I hope.
Never. The. Less. Regrets mean nothing when sights are blurred
and mirror's remain dark. Full moon came up and went away, you know.
Tart but sweet.
Like cliches, or front page ingenues
but must you know
this truth I tried to bore for you
that I always kept tight with a pride
even through a bashful skin and timid toes.
So,
you can wait
and I could see you from miles away, now
eventually,
or
not...
Let the farewell wait on the avenue
so it won't change your face
and I could let it go finally when scenes switch
and all the tears are drained out to its last thread.
Treading on the patches,
the bumpy curtain call
lights are off but sun might come up.