it was all i could do to twist it
all green and gauche like a party balloon
into something that resembled a daisy
rather than a dagger
(stab stab stab
i tripped and fell again and again)
all it means is
that you fell
and he jumped after you.
but the ground rushes to meet us
no slower for it
Tuesday, 21 August 2007
fuck curiosity, stupid imagination
Labels:
crying,
cursing,
mistaking,
notlearning,
picturing,
remembering,
sneaking,
stalking,
twisting,
worrying
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