19 February 2009

something i wrote at lunch

19.february 09

by the lakeside of a fantastic voyage
through syringes belated by withdrawal
lie seven gleaming onyx stones
broken from the same snow-covered hopes
that parade in a lone requiem
to the melodic submission
of the ground beneath weary steps
like morning toast dying bite by bite
in the greedy mouths of adolescence

1 comment:

lissa said...

a winter morning, slow as the day but lost by footprints of the young, a hint of longing in the snow-covered hopes, a thought that runs through one's mind at a slow pace but ends very quickly - that's my respond to the poem, a burst of words that fell out... I think it's due to lack of sleep...