2006-09-19

mimnermos

In the offing he sees old age.

Yes, lovely one it's forever today now what's that shadow unzipping
your every childfingered wherefrom?

for poor tithonos.

They (on the one hand) made his chilly tears immortal
neglecting to tell him
his eyes were not.

He gazes perhaps he blames.

Sweat. It's just sweat. But I do like to look at them.
Youth is a dream where I go everynight and wake with
just this little jumping bunch of arteries
in my hand.
Hard, darling, to be sent behind their borders.
Carrying a stone in each eye.

Katrina at 10:52 PM

2006-09-19

mimnermos

In the offing he sees old age.

Yes, lovely one it's forever today now what's that shadow unzipping
your every childfingered wherefrom?

for poor tithonos.

They (on the one hand) made his chilly tears immortal
neglecting to tell him
his eyes were not.

He gazes perhaps he blames.

Sweat. It's just sweat. But I do like to look at them.
Youth is a dream where I go everynight and wake with
just this little jumping bunch of arteries
in my hand.
Hard, darling, to be sent behind their borders.
Carrying a stone in each eye.

Katrina at 10:52 PM