we sit sifting
through the muddy sand
of an aging ocean,
looking for everything
we've lost.
the breaths come slower,
the fear faster,
as the sun peaks and
falls between the rocks.
the fog rolls in, the
storm creeps in, the
thunder jumps out,
the lightning strikes
out
the rain ebbs over
the flossed clouds,
silhouetting time like
a picture frame.
the seas sigh in unison
with lightning's glare,
illuminating nothing and
everything.
drowned over the cliff,
drenched on the shore,
living free underwater,
and we still sit,
sifting.
Apr 11, 2010
Apr 11, 2010 at 1:00 PM UTC
blood-letting once more;
let's waste a pint or two.
heavenly red roller coasters of
veins and arteries
dilate with nothing more than
the hint of injectable
ecstasy.
pure toxic delicacies line
intestines of precious
wasted years, nothing
accomplished but the faith
of a million highs; followed
evermore with drowned
spirits.
never letting go, yet never
quite in grasp, its a
purgatory at best.
Apr 11, 2010
Apr 11, 2010 at 12:57 PM UTC