Saturday, June 23, 2007

pressing letters and sobering news

Lately, i sleep
as lorn slumber hopes
rise updowninout
and force me awake,
ears filled with song
from tiny lips
or the tap a tap tap

a
new language
decoded by fingertip confessions
that lips, the light of one match
and tounge silence
make hard sounding hands
fit my spaces

3 comments:

Ted said...

with the singing inside mind...

leaving a trail that no one can follow.

Finger chewing.
Ass itching.
Personal experience that no one can see...

me...you...

there is a correlation...

electronic existence...

looms outside, while we...type our lives away.

cara said...

"leaving a trail that no one can follow."

There are places we must go alone. I agree.

Lorne Roberts said...

"with the singing inside mind" is a bit c-doggish in its tone, no?