Monday, March 26, 2012

...stuck like lines...

dusty glaze on walls

have not picked you up

out of time and tune

nicks along the neck

small dents in wooden

body curved like hips

full and low toned

hands lie on inlay

and try to pluck

strum and play

but song does not come

so easy

stuck like lines

in the throat

unwritten and unwilling

vibrations along the bridge

and words that rhyme

with string

Saturday, March 03, 2012 threads stained blue...

seek threads stained blue

stand tall thin through

true to you

glacial falling

glottal stopping

global failing

these are what is true

there is no more you

seek threads stained blue