July 3, 2011

eternally selfish...

I've always lied alone drinking blood to the blues...



as moss crept
in shadows wept
along the slate
bordered by hostas and ferns
slippers liquid
falling spilt lids
cinderella another
new crescent bow
beneath the chirp of frogs
and the stain of what waits with me
for a fulfillment that never fills
for a lift that never knew shoes
were worn walking dead through
the stretch of night
shuffled as if flight
were a right
I didn't have
to earn tonight...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QZioxCg20I&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fw432636xSk

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