Friday, May 15, 2009
Off Switch
long night
so many minutes have gone wrong
my bed hides beneath the surface
my legs wish they were getaway sticks
running towards my comfort
I submit myself
to the word
the night word
I am too young for this
I am too old for that
can't buy another round for time
I can tell
I am far too clean
to be around such a mess
but I shall say goodnight with a calm wave
and stay inside my own desired light
dreamlike
-B
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2 comments:
i write as well and i'd very much like to read more of your poetry and have you read mine.
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peace and much love to ya
i enjoyed this btw
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