No one |
Waiting
at the window
to see you at sunset, turn the corner on to first Avenue.
The shelter fills up fast
you know,
and that coat is not enough
for this night in winter.
You were someones littl...
Posted by crow messenger on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 12:36:00 PST |
scars |
They flew in the belly of birds
silver wings on grey skies
looking into the fear of each others eyes
eyes, once filled with
the dreams that boys have
when life sails on the calm sea of hop...
Posted by crow messenger on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 11:15:00 PST |
surrender |
help me,
for every bird remembers as it preens
the dream that lifted it to flight.
Posted by crow messenger on Sun, 21 Jan 2007 12:35:00 PST |
city water |
She's a little high strung
you could say
and he
is wound up tight
as a bed spring.
They moved to the North side
where there are sidewalks and city water
He is never without a beer
and she talks about ...
Posted by crow messenger on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 01:45:00 PST |
trickle |
these words
are like
tiny paintings
made with too much thinner
that trickle
down a canvas
I hear mistakes
are masterpieces
I am waiting
for more than
consequence
and watered down color
in a world b...
Posted by crow messenger on Sat, 07 Oct 2006 12:11:00 PST |
