Κυριακή, 24 Ιανουαρίου 2010

Oh captain, my captain

I close my eyes and this image floats beside me
the sweaty toothed madman with a store that pounds my brain
his hands reach it and choke me and all the tome his mumbling
mumbling truth like a blanket
that always leaves your feet cold
you push it stretch it, it will never be enough
kick at it – beat it – it will never cover any of us
from the moment we enter, crying, to the moment we leave, dying
it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream

oh captain, my captain
you scared me for a moment…
K.