the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

False Alarm

This was a variation on a common theme,
A backlit reminder of where I've always been.
Because the sheets stayed still tonight,
The streets took back the night as quickly as it came.
I woke up in the morning looking for the seams,
But what seemed smooth were just the tightest stitches.
The river climbed up to the bridges,
The cutting room turned into the kitchen
Where I swallow it up until a new doctor calls.
The strength of a man depends on how well he falls.

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