Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Our Time

I.

Waiting
for you

The old
piece
of fruit

Lush seed
that gives

Where the
scent
can shine in

II.

Could
have left
you all
alone

Hurting
the flesh

The way
the devil
never lied

III.

Flesh of my flesh
blood of my blood

It is our time

1 comment:

J C said...

excellent. hurting the flesh gate, no doubt.

The word lush is so fecund. Luscious is pleasant to smell and taste, or do you mean lush, like a drunk, the scent of rank old drink.

The flies of the stagnant and pained.

My inspired words have you to blame doctor, just liek your inspired words echo of the days of yore. Yarrr.