Thursday, January 10, 2013

"It isn't her fault…"

It isn’t her fault
that our hearts fell from the stage
or that some impish god
pulled broken the strings.

Now it’s tar and tears, a new pavement
over the old road we drove:
intersections, car crashes;
dead love merging with the moonlight.

Those memories we made?
A bitter lick of blood
falling from the tongue of yesterday.

And they drip
drip
drip...
into a widening pool.

I hope it will end soon—
I prefer silence when forgetting you.



(From the book Wilderness & Love)

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