i would like to stand beside kathryn burke.
well
only if You
can promise
it wouldn't hurt.
a promise: is a
promise: and You
promised: You would.
i would just be happy
if she would sit beside me
on a park bench
under a sky
as absent, as dark
as the black lace that chased
her skin
and even if You were
really dead and gone,
(or so says Nietzsche,
a fact i still find hard to believe)
even then,
i wouldn't mind.
as long as that rib
was returned to my side.
then i wouldnt be so half-
empty.
so inside:
out.
then maybe the mirror
would bare an image to me.
boy, i'd finally be living!
who would of thought
a sorry lot
like me
would be
a **** worth giving?
surely
none of the Lords
that are still
living?
but a promise: is a
promise:
and she always
promises.
like those pretty eyes of hers
i couldn't keep
in pockets full of posies
kathryn burke?
does it hurt?
to stand, to sit, to lay
beside me?
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 9:28 PM UTC
i would like to stand beside kathryn burke.
well
only if You
can promise
it wouldn't hurt.
a promise: is a
promise: and You
promised: You would.
i would just be happy
if she would sit beside me
on a park bench
under a sky
as absent, as dark
as the black lace that chased
her skin
and even if You were
really dead and gone,
(or so says Nietzsche,
a fact i still find hard to believe)
even then,
i wouldn't mind.
as long as that rib
was returned to my side.
then i wouldnt be so half-
empty.
so inside:
out.
then maybe the mirror
would bare an image to me.
boy, i'd finally be living!
who would of thought
a sorry lot
like me
would be
a **** worth giving?
surely
none of the Lords
that are still
living?
but a promise: is a
promise:
and she always
promises.
like those pretty eyes of hers
i couldn't keep
in pockets full of posies
kathryn burke?
does it hurt?
to stand, to sit, to lay
beside me?
Copyright 2009
an ode to a photograph of a girl, who lived almost a hundred years ago.
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