Tuesday, May 02, 2006

No sleeping last night

Regrets come back
Like Trade winds

Window panes
Howl in the night

Words whoosh
Like a cannon ball

Sweat dries up
Inside the armpit

Turned elbows
Reflect in the glass

Darkness inside
Tastes like mint

A wet towel
Sheds tears

A drunken man
Sings on the street
A country song
Life long!

1 comment:

h said...

The spaces hold me, like a moth, pinned to your thoughts and feelings. So simple. And yet. Each pair of lines is a world. My eyes and heart jump from world to world. I still can't leave.