Saturday, November 26, 2005

q and nada surf

so quiet

it's neither
heaven

nor space

it's just high

and you talk to the cieling
play songs
at the wrong speed

blone on blonde
from a giant golden
stereo

until we both
get right off
of our heads

2 comments:

Quitmoanez said...

Isn't it always though?

:)

XP said...

Hmmm, I love this style of poetry - great stuff!