Wednesday, April 7, 2010

spindels

touching the static screen
the vivid integrations
illuminate this room
where i sit
looking in to the past
and where you are right now
laying on your back
looking up at something
or someone else
it makes me shudder
with remorse
and with regret
and better yet
i don't and won't ever know

be calm and steady
fingers tip tip tapping away
you should be resting
i tell myself
you should be forgetting
i tell myself

but at this time with the colors dripping
and the notes spinning
i can't help but try to see

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