I live here.
My world with edges.
An Oklahoma landscape.
Couldn't bear to be anywhere else.
You live away from me, though.
That failed mystic: Time
Sets his claws
(Teeth seizing ice) then
Bleeds all color from our hair.
But I can live eternally in
A photograph. My mother,
See? In the corner?
Yes. Just there.
When Death sets all god's children free,
There will be room for one.
For I will live in ninety-three
And pray for Kodak sun.
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 3:08 PM UTC
I live here.
My world with edges.
An Oklahoma landscape.
Couldn't bear to be anywhere else.
You live away from me, though.
That failed mystic: Time
Sets his claws
(Teeth seizing ice) then
Bleeds all color from our hair.
But I can live eternally in
A photograph. My mother,
See? In the corner?
Yes. Just there.
When Death sets all god's children free,
There will be room for one.
For I will live in ninety-three
And pray for Kodak sun.
© Cody Edwards 2010