When the ground jumped up to meet me
it was with the warmth of a former lover
left on good terms
(the timing just wasn't right.)
Surrender generated complicity.
Pound foolish, long face
betrayed something lost;
So with arms spread I fell
and fell…
and fell.
Lessons taught, forgotten...
Something about having big dreams.
A house doesn't need ghosts
to be haunted.
Send in the gods
so I can spit in their faces
one by one.
Just not Shiva.
Not yet.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 9:33 AM UTC
When the ground jumped up to meet me
it was with the warmth of a former lover
left on good terms
(the timing just wasn't right.)
Surrender generated complicity.
Pound foolish, long face
betrayed something lost;
So with arms spread I fell
and fell…
and fell.
Lessons taught, forgotten...
Something about having big dreams.
A house doesn't need ghosts
to be haunted.
Send in the gods
so I can spit in their faces
one by one.
Just not Shiva.
Not yet.
