Friday, November 07, 2008

tension then

i could feel the tension then,
in your fingers bent on my leg,
but it was easier to pretend
you would always stay.

posted by d @ 9:38 AM 0 comments

destroying the haiku spirit

the bell jar descends,
it fits the whole country in
and the sour air sweeps
through the passionless streets.
with an obscured view, you
conform to consume, you
head off to bed-
save your questions for the end

the fresh air ascends
leaving you trapped within
this strip-malled town but the
moneys all run out
what will you buy now
buy now

the waves
push and pull the sand
till your footprint's
swallowed by the land

posted by d @ 9:35 AM 0 comments