Friday, May 9, 2008

In what I know, nature knows nothing

Now i have a choice

between an arch of silence
or a shout of truth,

Let eyes grow stagnant on youthful flanks
Let lips disperse into muck
Let words seep in glass vial
for a lifetime of dirty soles
in aching speed and sure denial

death and matters of the heart come uninvited
much like visitors in a vase
on a warm holiday

A child offered me a flower today; I refused
politely I said and insisted "no sweetie, thank you"
I refuse to share stolen stems

she adorned her small head and frolicked away
I stayed behind, scratching the back of my neck

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