one
pot of gold, poisoned apple, beanstalk.
an unread message.
how this kiss
feels like the first.
the birth of a stickman.
how we begin.
the line of an axis, where you and I
intersect at the point of origin.
a candle in a cupcake.
a signature signal to leave some party
and discover the favourite number
of our clumsy limbs.
your island on my speed dial.
365, 24, 60,
the crocodile has time in its belly
but it’s aching to bite.
your name is ticking in my throat
to a phone call I wait for every night.
July 4th, 2008 |
hey Jannah
why didn’t you come and say hi? thanks for liking this one. I only wrote it a few days ago and I wasn’t sure if it was ‘done’ yet.
words, I was sheepish and read from my book, and shaking. You didn’t miss much. maybe next time around.
July 4th, 2008 |
i was there when you read this at the drams project for randoms act of poetry. i love this one.
July 4th, 2008 |
i wish i was there to see you break this one out to the world. nicely done.