Sunday, September 14, 2008


the alarm shrieks
and pierces my body,
ceasing airy dreams.

but my bed is six feet high,
the earth, six feet below,
and through the window, the sky cries
and sidewalk rivers flow

yet my body numbly rises,
and my cloudy mind recognizes
the drip-drip in my ears...

and quietly i sip a cup
of bitter, dark brown tears

1 comment:

Jimmy said...

you are a poetry writing GOD!!!

I'm thoroughly impressed <3 :)