the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Monday, November 8, 2010

It Is Always Stationery.

Sitting here idly, being lectured to about efficiency,
I sang the alphabet backwards from "A"
To find another way to spell it out for you,
But I could never understand any word I ever meant.
Every spine has had its crack,
And every page has aged and bent.
I could still read you with my eyes closed
Under my lids hid my best notes,
But I fell asleep with your name on my lips,
Stripping dreams from becoming ghosts.

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