Feeding The Habit

"I will go in this Way, Oh but I will find my own way out." -Dave Matthews

Friday, October 08, 2004

With me there were others

It was three times, four times I hurled into the darkness
and watched those stars like complication, overwhelming.

And I felt your teeth inside me
and I felt you breath beside me. I saw your hand at my ear.

A child then said:
look at the trees, their bark is like your skin their
roots are like your tongue, your thoughts
are like their leaves.

And for the fifth time, the sixth time I currled into the darkness:
All the tears shed being complicated.