Tuesday, February 06, 2007

butterflies under cellophane

turned aside
lost in a great stride
and spoken rhythms like
changes in the tide

this is the way the wind
keeps you pressed up pretty
against the wall like
butterflies under cellophane

I wanna tell you lies
I wanna show you truths
and talk in tones that we'll need
to create new punctuations for

1 comment:

Apotheosis said...

!...I mean !!! stunning I love it!