the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Posthumous Posture

There are vows that break on contact
And slip down a bloody cheek
As old habits, tenacious like
Chewing gum that loses flavor
Before a single world has been said.
And although the receipts beg to differ,
I shivered a shout that settled in the car,
Drowned out in hot air from the engine.
Welcome back to the firestarter's club,
Knowing what you love the most
And ghostly keeping it warm.
There is everything I will never know,
Just keep control to let it go.

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