Thursday, March 8, 2012

Roller Rink Saddness


I am forever forgetting
falls gently the wrong advice
and the fleeting spaces
have come to be known as life

And the dreams downward
spiral beauty can only suffice
like a collection of moons
in a sleeper's gift of life

Down, down goes our dreams
and the worlds would splice
through the cylinder of trees
split the boards of life

Down goes our dreams
seeping like melting ice
into our graces and be boiled down
to taste only the sweetness of life.




The music will still be perfectly wonderful

It outlives our letters  simply there against  the thrashes of loneliness  among the check out counters,  wildly spaced  like the words in a...