the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Water and Syrup

With lemon drops in my throat,
All the sweetness is spoken sour
And within an hour flat,
I am.
They keep their hose running,
But it is your luck that runs out.
But you need to walk out slowly,
Blood merely wanders in your head.
Your in the dark of night.
The light's already dead.

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