Friday, January 25, 2008

[Poem] Where the world was

The water tastes dry
As she sits on the park bench
Mouthing words no one hears
Tears filling her green eyes
Cigarettes for safety belts
Stop her from crashing into him

They float away

Paper-mâché whales
Swimming through stars
And the backseat of cars

Silver on the edges of leaves
Leaves the tree and falls
Spiraling down into her soul
Where she feels his hand
Feint whispers of thoughts
Of cloudy nights and six year olds