Friday, January 14, 2011

no more nuclear weapons!

where we left off.
situated between a tear and discomfort
i guess i never knew how i felt
until i tore away the exterior
now the world is so raw and assuming
and the ending seems written
but is there anything that is not subject to change?
songs of a certain island chain
hang around my neck like stolen jewelry
a time and space i made for myself
on someone else's account

somewhere someone will make sense of
segmented ideas.
and futile hopes
i knew my writing could never create you
much less keep you

i dont know where this angel sits
and that is how i want it.
a nervous pacing set of eyes
dances with the shoulders to form a shrug

well sit with that decision
and let it
like a one word response

i tremble as i press send
the same way i felt about you when i first met you
let me say thank you for your silence
and i hope all is well

id like to say this will be my last
love soaked rag of desperation
can you say you're surprised?

1 comment:

Bill said...

Have you been surfing at Terramar ?
This afternoon looks pretty promising


Brendon Masters

Oceanside, CA, United States
you already know too much about me