Thursday, November 29, 2012

A starry body slipping into a white dress and disappearing

The past
definitely tomorrow
like a blue savanna
proves it has nothing

to do
proves it has nothing
than await
The past

proves in the shadow of
the past
before morning
to do

the sleepiest thing
to do
who knew
proves in the shadow

you always dreamed
proves in the shadow
not anything
the sleepiest thing

not anything
the sleepiest thing
other than the secrets
you always dreamed

it had nothing
you always dreamed
during the retelling
not anything

to do with you
not anything
during the retelling
it had nothing

like a blue savanna
it had nothing
other than the secrets
to do with you

All Life is like this Afteroon

All life is like this afternoon on your young sandy face the weight of the stars the body tasting like snow a slipcover of communic...