Wednesday, May 2, 2007

A Rainless Storm

One dissects poems when one can't write any,
One dissects people when one can't feel any.

Yesterdays storm brought sand and dust.
It brought lightning, and a gale.
It brought a gnawing ache.
It brought no rain.

a peck on a neck - the novel to be read in one night, to be forgotten the day after.

i might take a job, i might run away.
i might tell a lie, i might tell the truth.

i will have infinite joy.

1 comment:

little boxes said...

that is so beautiful...
the latent wordplay is marvellous