Thursday, April 23, 2009

random gatherings from the quiver

You licked your sword to show me how sharp your tongue was.....

it still falls just as heavy as I remember it to be

the prosper eludes me
but in my heart I can never be weak
what these hands are for
and where and why I cannot recall....

but the rain taps and raps at my window like ghosts

but not my ghosts......