Wednesday, October 25, 2006

for fights sake.

he carried the box as though it were a burden
until he figured out it was lighter then air
attempted to harness it's floating quality
and tied it to him for the lifting
and it was only then that he realised
at the start of the sinking
that this was something to be carried
as it's loft was merely there in the caring
complete and without a second forgotten
this thing so precious
he'd not let it be disarmed.

1 comment:

BD said...

Did the facts say I failed
If there are so many problems
Fuck all my good intentions
I can't fight, if your prime concern is escaping
I want my hours, my days
I want to be able to sleep
I want my mind clear
I want these ideas to fade
If you've nothing to say
Then thats when we'll never dance again