Something Someone Said Sometime
Friday, February 22nd, 2008A mobile storm
Crumble around hot, tearing sheets of rice paper,
Contrasting with the hardness at the end.
On a tunnel of silk-filled, quivering ghosts,
With winds you said you liked the most,
And dust you wiped from the screen.
Still, I find you standing with that poem that I have written
With my numb, blue hands,
That would not move.
Here, you find […]