January 7th, 2006

prescious things

haiku blues

they tell me it will
all blow over but i'm still
waiting for the last
breeze to roll through here
decayed ruins of friendship
crumble into dust
leaving treacherous
mountains to block in their stead
once links to outside
now walls to keep out
only words surpass the peaks
tangled, distorted
they fall before receipt
leeward of the boundaries
leaving me cut off

posted to _deadpoets_
sqeez

woah, men lie

Jan. 7th, 2006 | 05:06 am
mood: grateful.

old friend, your horse is ready to ride
when morning comes
from this churchtown
where damning rumors drip from holy tongues

it won't go away

the fever to find a scapegoat fast
and fix the blame
i know you never meant to leave
the way you came

it won't go away

looking down
from their stained-glass steeples
they'll never know
why you had to run

ride as fast as you can
they're shooting to kill
ride as fast as you can
they're shooting to kill