Tomorrow morning, I will be your
ghost again
breathing salt into the
wounds God left you healing.
Refection of
a flame that gives mist
and winglets paling, I have
arms that give night to girls
I have saliva that rises any deadman.
Solstice, when do
the dawns stop chilling? When
does warmth grow?
Winter has had enough,
checking into a glass motel room:
break the floor
and call on a waitress to pick
it back up.
I watch you sterilized
perceived the tip of the iceburg
like a gift –
you must be leaving, sir, and
get better once again.
before God pulls you in
white’s chilly, and the morning is.
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 1:41 PM UTC
Tomorrow morning, I will be your
ghost again
breathing salt into the
wounds God left you healing.
Refection of
a flame that gives mist
and winglets paling, I have
arms that give night to girls
I have saliva that rises any deadman.
Solstice, when do
the dawns stop chilling? When
does warmth grow?
Winter has had enough,
checking into a glass motel room:
break the floor
and call on a waitress to pick
it back up.
I watch you sterilized
perceived the tip of the iceburg
like a gift –
you must be leaving, sir, and
get better once again.
before God pulls you in
white’s chilly, and the morning is.
