Wednesday, November 29, 2006

...ten til' thirty...

the left days

the ones of this decade

are scant

ten til' thirty

and the end of an error

(substantial enough

to be an era?)

The end of the unpublished

The end of the unheard

the next ten days

I'll do nothing but look

back and see what has been

built and what has yet to be

I'll grow patch of bare skin

I'll get lost in nostalgia

I'll cry I'm sure at some point

to nausea

And then

I'll let go of it

like the Gods have always

said to me

let it go to know it's yours